(This series belongs to Vivziepop and her crew. If you are a young child, do not read this! I just had to do this one too!)
In Imp City, a business named the Immediate Murder Professionals were holding a meeting. The boss, Blitzø, was walking by a whiteboard as he talked to his employees, "Alright, now I know business has been a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here...Moxxie." the imp gives his boss a "What the hell?" look, "Now does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?"
"What about a car wash?" a female imp named Millie asks.
"This is hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being cleaned here, okay?" Blitzø says before thinking to himself.
"Ooh, what about a billboard?" another female imp named Elizabeth asks, her eyes sparkling.
"We can't afford a billboard, Liz." Moxxie crosses his arms.
"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now." Blitzø states sarcastically as he pushes the imp away, "Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" he turns on the TV to show Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Elizabeth, and Loona, a hellhound demon, killing different demons.
The employees eat popcorn, except for Moxxie.
"Ahh, those were the good times." Blitzø states.
"So many memories." Elizabeth sighs.
"I don't need any reminding, sir, considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel nobody watches." Moxxie says.
"Uh, hey, excuse me. What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, all right?" Blitzø asks.
"Nothing!" Elizabeth smiles.
"That's right, Lizzie! It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!"
"People love musicals, sir." Millie states.
"Exactly, Millie. And we're basically doin' a musical. Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?" Blitzø asks.
"Sir-"
"'Cause right now, all I see is just my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside." Blitzø states dramatically as Elizabeth comforts him.
"Are you trying to crush his dreams, Moxxie?" Millie teases.
"I...What?"
"I thought I knew you." she sticks her tongue out at her husband.
"I can't believe you, Moxxie," Blitzø holds up a plaque, "after I made you employee of the month!"
"Okay, sir! I'm sorry, a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles." Moxxie told him.
"I liked it." Millie says.
"Do not-" Moxxie points at his wife, "Do not agree with him in front of me."
