Masquerade

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We 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 out of ya.

Angel Dust: (Stares defiantly) Do your worst. (Then 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 (onscreen): Oh, yeah, baby~

(Cuts to Pentious, Cerberus and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed and Niffty rather interested)

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

Charlie: It's, uh... Very... Honest?... Oh.

Cerberus: I think I'm going to be sick!

(Charlie turns away, nauseous and tries to shield her eyes with her right hand while one of Cerberus head vomit over the side of the couch and into a trash can)

Vaggie: Ew.

Cerberus: Hey don't blame me this is disturbing.

(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 TV: Oh, harder, daddy~

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Cerberus: Agreed.

(Cerberus rips the box playing the tap and uses his fire to burn it to ash)

Angel dust: Hey what the fuck?

Cerberus: What man next time don't bring over yourself a video of yourself being fuck.

Vaggie: Exactly. Angel, what the fuck?

Angel Dust: What? You said was show-and-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.

Cerberus: (um give me some drink and I'll fuck her tits off)

(When then cute to husk who is seen cleaning a wine glass at the bar)

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

Angel Dust: (laughs pissed off) Alright, dickhead. 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! Well was before dog breath burned it.

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 these motherfuckers at this point.

(Gestures to Sir Pentious)

Husk: That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!

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