Join triplets descendants of a mighty Hellhound in wacky adventures in hell...
Two are helping the princess of Hell with her new passion project while the other "works" with his hellhound girlfriend at a company called I.M.P
And things do happen!
[It starts with Hound driving the I.M.P van with a rather annoyed look as Blitzo checks his phone, specifically Stolas messages, the texts reveal he has been texting Stolas regularly but has been ignored. They finally arrive at Stolas palace.]
Hound: Blitzo. Please don't do this. Just let Stolas-
Blitzo: Shut up Hound. All I need is to solve this shit with Stolas and everything will be back to normal.
Hound: But-
Blitzo: Just let me deal with this shit!
[Blitzo gets out of the car, Hound just slams his forehead against the wheel as the horn goes on.]
Hound: Fuck!
[Cuts to Stolas as helays down in a lounge chair beside a tea table under a royal tent in his garden, reading a botany book with a cup of wine on a table next to him. Blitzo appears a little ways away, climbing over the brick wall.]
Blitzo: Hello, hello, hello, Stolas! You have- Ah!
[Stolas takes notice, but scowls at Blitzo for the harsh and heartbreaking words he said the night before .He covers his face in his book as Blitzo falls into the bushes, climbing out, yanking a carnivorous plant off of biting his elbow as he walks up to talk.]
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Blitzo: You haven't been answering my texts, and I sent you a bunch of funny shit. So, what gives?
Stolas: I was hoping my lack of "ha ha's" in response to the photos you sent would be an indicator I didn't want to talk right now.
Blitzo: Oh, come on, Stolas, we just had a rough night. 'Sides, you always want to hear from me.
[Trying to get his attention, Blitzo uses his finger to press down the middle of the book so he and Stolas would be eye to eye. Stolas sighs as he closes the book in his hand.]
Stolas: Blitzo. What is it you want?
Blitzo: I wanna feel like I'm earning my way to Earth! 'Kay? So get your tight, feathered ass out of that lawn chair and into the bedroom so I can fuck it!
[Blitzo climbs on top of Stolas as he speaks, but the latter does not reciprocate the intentions. Stolas frowns as he gets out of the chair and moves to the tea table.]
Stolas: (Sarcastically) Wow. Poetry. I'm sure such a statement would have had me swooning by now.
Blitzo: Uhhh, I- Sh- Yeah, sure that wa- Okay, that was a shitty way for me to say it- But you usually like it when I talk all dirty, and fucky, and shit.
[Stolas stops in his tracks, and turns his head to scowl at Blitzo, the sound effect of a crow cawing being heard.]
