The Son of Imp Assassins

Masquerade

[The episode opens with Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor paces around him.]

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust?

[Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile.]

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault!

Angel Dust: [laughs, unbothered] It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]

Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel Dust: [Stares defiantly] Do your worst.... [Breaks into a seductive smile.] ...daddy~

[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]

Angel Dust: [On TV.] ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!

[Cuts to Madam Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, and Niffty rather interested as Y/N walks in with a cup of coffee.]

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!

Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest...? Oh! [She turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.]

Y/N: What in Sam fucking hell am I watching?! How the fuck can you even bend like that?

Angel: Want me to show you sexy?

Vaggie: Ew!

[Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.]

Angel Dust: [On TV.] Oh, harder, daddy!

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

[Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.]

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Y/N: Yeah where's the torture implements and the fingernail removal?

Angel Dust: [laughs, angry] Alright, dickheads. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel Dust: [Gasps] Fuck you. This is classy art! [Gestures with two hands at the TV screen.]

Angel Dust: [On TV.] OH! FUUUCK!!

[Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Madam Pentious covers her eyes when she sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.]

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and almost all these motherfuckers at this point. [Gestures to Madam Pentious] That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep most often Y/N! [To Charlie] Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.