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The scene opens with an exterior shot of I.M.P. Headquarters. Cut to a Scene inside the office with Moxxie holding a mug, and Loona texting on her phone. Y/n is sketching a new outfit design. Moxxie looks around.
Moxxie: "You know, I checked the scale today. (inhales) And it said I lost two pounds this week."
Loona looks at Moxxie, then rolls her eyes back to her phone, indicating what little interest she has in Moxxie's comment, much to his annoyance.
Y/n: "Congrats."
Moxxie: "I. Am not. FAT!"
Cut to the front door kicked open by a furious Millie as she stomps around the office, mumbling angrily. She slams her cup of coffee onto the table. Passing Loona, she hits a button entitled, "Nut button!" that summons a cardboard cutout of a human saying, "Hi I'm a Hooman!" She then throws a knife. It hits the cutouts crotch. She then lunges at said cutout. Moxxie looks at her, disturbed.
Moxxie: "Millie, honey. Is everything okay?"
Millie hisses back at Moxxie, disturbing him even more, but she manages to calm down.
Millie: "Yeah. I just, bumped into an ex."
Moxxie: "Oh! Oh..."
Millie: "He just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future," and "a bigger cock"."
Moxxie: "Wait, what?"
Millie: (yelling) "Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to--"
Millie punches a filing cabinet in frustration. Blitzo enters the room shortly after.
Blitzo: "What the fuck is all this noise?! I got a client!"
Moxxie: "Sorry, sir. I'll get this all cleaned-- (holds a photo of two imps in horse suits) what is this?"
Blitzo: "Uh... research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay, I alphabetized them. [walks back into his office] Okay, so let me get this straight: you don't want us going to Earth at all for this job?"
~Cut to the inside of a mansion~
With a businessman holding a lit cigar, and his chair facing a green fireplace.
Client: "Correct. That will not be necessary. I'd like to meet you and your whole crew at my estate."
Blitzo: "Uh, you want us killing someone in hell, 'cause I gotta tell ya, that ain't exactly our business no more."
Client: "I'll tell ya all about it when you get here. (smokes cigar) It's in regards to a business venture I'm sure will be very worth *through the phone* your time."
