Title Translate: (My Boss And I Went On The News To Save Her Hotel)
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We open to the penthouse of the Hazbin Hotel, where Charlie is seen getting herself ready as she does her hair and fixes her suit, accompanied by Bendy and Vaggie.
Bendy: Uh, babe?.... I think you need to drop this.
Charlie: Drop what? I'm just trying to clear up the misinformation about the hotel.
Vaggie: But there's no point. Those fuckers work for Jersey, Elvin Eavesdrop is just gonna do the same thing he did. Don't feed into this shit. Just stay with us today. With... ME today- And the guests, also the guests.
Charlie: I knooow, but I feel like if I explain myself on live television, then they won't be able to edit it like that video.
Bendy: I mean.... I can see that thought process, but this just seems kinda counterproductive to our-
Charlie: Ben, you know all he'll do is just slander us more if I don't do anything. You know I did not strike Hatchet with an open fist!
Vaggie: *chuckles softly* I'm aware.
Bendy: But you can't just go out all willy-nilly, they could be waiting for us to make a move and twist it! Who knows what evil those monsters are up to?!
It then cuts to Jersey Tower, where we see the group... actually just hanging out. Vox 2.0 and Val are in comfort clothes with Valentino wearing actual reading glasses and loungewear as he draws on a tablet while Vox 2.0 is watching sharks on the TV while he sips cocoa from a mug. Hatchet is typing on a laptop, revealed to be playing Happy Wheels while Helsa is typing on her phone and Jersey, whose chest and arms are bandaged, is just lounging with his head hung back.
Vox 2.0: ....Hm... I'm hungry. *to others* Is anyone else hungry?... Should we order food? I don't wanna order out if it's just me.
Hatchet: Uh... Yeah, I'm pretty hungry.
Valentino: Shit, I haven't eaten since like... I don't even know, but YES.
Jersey: Eh, I ain't, really.
Vox 2.0: But by the time it gets here, you might just BE hungry, so just order something.
Jersey: Wh- So why even bother fucking asking if you're just gonna tell me when I'm hungry?!
Helsa: Don't start, Jersey, I literally CANNOT with you right now. *to Vox 2.0* Vox, where are you ordering from?
Vox 2.0: Uh.... Huh. I dunno. Suggestions, anyone got any cravings? What're you guys feeling like?
Hatchet: I'll eat pretty much anything.
Valentino: Anything but Italian, I CANNOT fucking stand Italian food. I hate it.
Helsa: Shit, I wanted some ravioli, Dante's Inferno had fucking good ravioli... What about Mexican?
Jersey: Nah.
Hatchet: O-Oh, so *frowns* "Mr. I'm not goddamn hungry" finally has an opinion? I thought you weren't hungry, asshole!
Jersey: When I'm hungry, I don't want fucking Mexican, okay?!
Valentino: How about sushi?
Helsa: ...*appaled* I am RIGHT. HERE. VALENTINO.
Vox 2.0: Okay, okay, calm down.... How about Thai?
Helsa: Uh.... Yeah, I'm down for Thai.
Vox 2.0: Okay, Helsa's up for Thai. Val, Hatch, you guys want Thai- How's Thai food sound?
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