Inside the meeting room of the I.M.P office, Moxxie, Loona, and Y/n are all seated at the table, with Loona on her phone texting like usual, Y/n holding his head in one hand while staring blankly his cassette player in the other, and Moxxie holds onto his signature mug. Moxxie looks around and then towards Loona before breaking the silence, clapping his hands twice.
Moxxie: You know, I checked the scale today and it said I lost two pounds this week.
Loona doesn't say a word. She looks up and down at Moxxie and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone.
Moxxie: I. Am not. FAT!
A furious Millie then barges into the room, kicking the door open and stomping around while mumbling in anger.
Millie: Ooh! Sucha fucking asshole! That little motherfucker. I just wanna take my finger up and shove it up his fuckin' little thing!
Upon coming up to the table, Millie slams heras she slams her mug on the table in front of Loona, startling her. Millie then passes by the hellhound and punches a 'Nut button!', summoning a cardboard cutout of a human male saying, "Hi! I'm a Hooman!" She throws a knife at the cutout, striking the groin, and lunges at the cutout.
As Moxxie looks at her disturbed, Y/n watches on with a raised brow, a look of shock and confusion on his face.
Moxxie: Millie, honey. Is everything okay?
Millie turns around, hissing back in response, disturbing Moxxie even more, but she manages to calm down.
Millie: Yeah. Just...bumped into an ex.
Her tail twitches at the mention of said 'ex'.
Moxxie: Oh! Oh…
Millie retracts her knife from the cutout.
Millie: He just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future." and "a bigger cock."
Moxxie: Wait, what?
Millie: Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to--
Millie punches the filing cabinet beside her in frustration. Blitzø enters the room on his
phone shortly after.
Blitzø: What the fuck is all this noise? I got a client!
Moxxie: Sorry, sir. I'll get this all cleaned-- (he holds up a photo of two imps making out in horse suits) What is this?
Blitzø: Uh, research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay? Alphabetize them. (he leaves the room and walks back into his office, resuming his call with the client) Okay, so let me get this straight: you don't want us going to Earth at all for this job?
Client: "Correct. That will not be necessary. I'd like to meet you and your whole crew at my estate."
Blitzø: Uh, you want us killing someone in
Hell. 'Cause I got to tell ya, that ain't exactly our business anymore.
Client: "I'Il tell ya all about it when you get
here. It's regarding a business venture l'm sure will be very worth your time."
Blitzø: Ooh, how ominous. (chuckles) Fine, whatever, what's the address?
Client: "Transportation has already been taken care of."
Blitzø peeks through the office blinds and notices a helicopter in front of his building. He runs back to the meeting room where the others are.
Blitzø: What the fuck is that?
They all look over to see the helicopter just outside the window. The helicopter shoots a grappling hook under the window. The cable line is pulled, breaking the wall and it all crumbles down. Moxxie, Millie, Y/n and Blitzø all shield themselves from the debris. Loona looks on without a word.
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