Chapter 32

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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, Kaede sitting next to her with Summer and Dia sitting on his lap and Webs on his shoulder. Moxxie looks around.

Moxxie: *softly claps twice* You know, I checked the scale today. *inhales* And it said I lost two pounds this week.

Kaede:Good for you Moxxie

Webs:Yeah you look good dude

Loona looks at Moxxie, then rolls her eyes back to her phone, much to his annoyance.

Moxxie: I. am not. FAT!

Cut to the front door kicked open by a furious Millie as she stomps around the office, mumbling angrily.

Millie: *mumbling angrily* 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. Millie then passes Loona 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.

Summer:Woah I've never seen her this mad before

Dia:Yeah something must have really pissed her off

Moxxie: Millie, honey. Is everything okay?

Kaede:Yeah are you ok Millie?

Millie hisses back at both of them.

Kaede:Millie... *he said giving her a very stern look*

She manages to calm down.

Moxxie:I've never seen anyone manage to calm her down that quick

Webs:Yeah you know how to calm down a beast like her

Millie: Nothing is wrong. Just...bumped into an ex. *tail twitches*

Moxxie: Oh! Oh...

Kaede:Give me his name and I shall turn his bones to ashes

Millie: *retracts knife* Don't bother he is less than worth it. He just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future," and "a bigger cock".

Moxxie: Wait, what?

Millie: *raises voice* 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.

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.

Client: 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.

Client: I'll tell ya all about it when you get here. *smokes cigar* It's regarding a business venture I'm sure will be very worth *through the phone* your time.

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