The scene opens with an exterior shot of I.M.P Headquarters. Cut to the inside of the office with Moxxie holding his signature mug, Loona texting on her phone and Jinx playing on a Sintendo Snitch
(I am so sorry for the bad Nintendo pun TwT)
Moxxie: You know, I checked the scale today. And it said I lost two pounds this week.
Loona and Jinx look at Moxxie, then Loona rolls her eyes back to her phone and Jinx unpauses her Game to start Play again.
Moxxie: I. am not. FAT!
Jinx: we Heard you buddy
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Cut to the front door kicked open by a furious Millie as she stomps around the office, mumbling angrily.
Millie: Ooh! Such a 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 her coffee cup on the it disturbing Loona and Jinx. Millie then passes them and hits a button titled "Nut button!!" that summons a cardboard cutout of a human saying, "Hi! I'm a Hooman!" then throws a knife and lunges at said cutout. Moxxie looks at her, disturbed.
Jinx: what the frick is Up whit her?
Moxxie: Millie, honey. Is everything okay?
Millie hisses back at Moxxie in response, disturbing him even more, but she manages to calm down.
Millie: Yeah. 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: 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. Blitzo enters the room on his phone shortly after.
Blitzo: 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.
Jinx: the fuuuuuuuuuck
Moxxie: What is this?
Blitzo: Uh, research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay? Alphabetize them.
He walks back into his office.
Blitzo: 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.
???: 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 got to tell ya, that ain't exactly our business anymore.
