Blitz: Music!
Within the I.M.P office, Blitz pointed at a whiteboard that said "MUSIC!" surrounded by a series of bad doodles and horses, the rest of the group looked at the Succu-imp oddly.
Moxie: Excuse my possible rudeness, Sir. But what does music have to do with our business?
Striker: Maybe he appreciates the fine art of musical entertainment.
Blitz: Not even close, hissy fit! Music is great for gaining people's attention to something, whether it be great or shitty as fuck.
Bendy: He does have a point. I mean, it's the whole reason why I became part of the Hazbin Hotel.
Blitz: Exactly, B. So, I was looking back at our old commercial and was thinking what our firm needs is a rebranding of our good ol' jingle. And to drive the point home.....
The imp paused as he reached under the table, pulling back up and placing a stereo on the table. He pressed a button as music began to play.
Blitz: I practiced this catchy musical number! Sing along if you know the words, kids!
Blitz took in a deep breath, but before he could even get a lyric out, Mask had leapt onto the table, destroying the stereo with their claws.
Mask: Get that filth out of here!
Loona: Yeah no offense Blitz, but your singing is..... Well.....
Vortex: It's really fucking bad.
Blitz: Oh..... ell, you guys get the point, right?
Bendy: what do you think, Via? You're our accountant.
Octavia hummed as she thought, stroking her chin to stimulate.
Octavia: Well—Okay, no forcing anyone to listen to Blitz's musical numbers—
Mask: Thank you, God!
Octavia: But a better jingle isn't a bad idea. It could reign in some new business.
Millie: People do love musicals.
Blitz: Exactly, so let's get going!
Moxxie: 'Going'?
Blitz: Obviously, to get instruments, Mox! What, you don't expect us to make music by standing around pretending we're playing, do you?
In a manner to show off to his boss or joke around, Bendy proceeded to illustrate this concept by whipping his pen out to tuck it across his torso and pantomime with his other hand as if he was shredding an electric guitar; a loud power chord played out. Bendy just smugly looked at Blitz.
Blitz: Okay, Bendy gets a pass. But I doubt the rest of you could do whatever th fuck he just did. So yes! Instruments!
Octavia: I guess money isn't a problem, but...
Sallie May: Maybe we could get like a piano or somethin'.
Millie: Ooh. That would be super classy, wouldn't it.
Bendy: That'd be great. Really brings me back to the ol living days when I worked in Storyville. Any brothel worth visiting had a piano in the lobby or a band in the bar.
Loona: Hold on, hold on, hold the fuck on...... You worked in a brothel? You worked in a brothel?! You worked in a brothel?!
Bendy: Yes, yes, and yes! And with that said and no further questions needed.
Loona: But-
Bendy: NO FIRTHER QUESTIONS NEEDED!!!!.................... We should go shopping,
Blitz: That's the spirit! Now come on, gang! We're not getting any younger! Let's get this music shit rolling!
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