Krieg found himself back in the Happy Hotel, surrounded by a small crowd of demonic bandits, led by a large dragon-esque demon with large horns, wearing a yellow flame-retardant jacket. Krieg recognized just who his assailant was. Captain Flynt, one of the first people Krieg and the other Vault Hunters killed in their war against Handsome Jack. "Remember me, grinder!?" shouted Flynt. "Handsome Jack's got a massive bounty on you n' the princess. And I intend on cashing in!" Krieg whipped out his axe. "ARE YOU READY FOR A SECOND SUCCULENT SERVING OF SUFFERING!?" As the two swung at each other, Flynt felt a tapping on his shoulder. The demonic bandit warlord turned to see a gloved fist flying towards him. "Top o' the mornin' to ya, brother!" yelled Zane as he decked Captain Flynt across the face. "ZANE!? What are you doing here!?" shouted the Captain. "Eh, just couldn't resist a little family reunion! Say, where's Baron at? Bastard really knew how to party!" Captain attempted to clobber Zane with his anchor, only for it to pass right through him. Flynt turned around to see the real Zane standing behind him. "Holo-clones! Gotta love 'em!" Zane shot Captain Flynt several times, to little avail. "Think that'll stop me!?" shouted Flynt as he kicked Zane in the chest and sent him to the ground.

Flynt then raised his anchor, ready to crush his brother with it. "I'd look behind you if I were you, Cap'n!" said Zane playfully. "I ain't falling for that one!" retorted Captain Flynt. Flynt promptly began eating his words when Mille came in from behind and viciously sliced his arm off with her newly-personalized chainsword. "AAAAAAAUUUUGGH!! Dammit! Send in the badasses, boys!" shouted Flynt to his few henchmen who weren't being butchered by Krieg and the others. A pair of demonic badass psychos appeared, brandishing homemade sledgehammers in their freakishly large arms. One swiftly had his head blown off by Sir Hammerlock, while the other ran towards Angel Dust, who was currently using his six arms to gun down bandit demons left and right. Krieg, pulling his axe out of a freshly killed bandit, saw this. "TURN AROUND, EROTIC ARACHNID!!" screamed Krieg as he threw his axe into the skull of the badass psycho about to attack Angel.

At this point, Captain Flynt decided it was best to just swallow his pride and get the fuck out of there before a repeat of the Best Minion Ever mission occurred. He ran out the Hotel's front doors, but then turned around for a last-minute monologue. "This ain't' over, ya hear me!? I WILL kill all of you, and I WILL get that 4 billion dollar bounty-AGH!" Suddenly, Flynt was ran over by a very ornate limousine, out of which stepped none other than Stolas, with his daughter Octavia present as well. "Ah, just on time, my dear Blitzy!" said the owl prince as he walks up the Hotel's front steps. "Got your fancy book right here, just as you asked!" said Blitzo, seemingly thankful that he'd managed to return the Grimoire when he did. "We have much to discuss, my little delicious imp!" Before he and Blitzo entered the limo, Stolas turned towards the others. "I hate to bother you, but I must discuss rather... confidential affairs with Blitzy, and her mother's been radio silent for the past few weeks. Would you people be so kind as to look after my little owlet for the weekend?" asked the Goetian prince, pointing to Octavia, who was pulling her beanie over her face, embarrassed by Stolas' overt flirting with Blitzo. "We'll happily look after your daughter, Prince Stolas!" said Charlie attempting to hug Octavia, only for the latter to masterfully dodge her and make her way into the hotel without a single word.

Stolas cheerfully clapped his hands. "Splendid! Now, come along Blitzy!" The owl and the imp entered the limousine, which took off at an alarming speed, Flynt still stuck to the hood. "Well, thank goodness all that's over with. Say, Charlie, didn't you tell me there was someone here who could help me make a suit for Krieg?" asked Brick. "Oh, yes! Niffty? Where are you? You and Husk didn't get kidnapped by bandits, did you?" Charlie searched the Hotel for the vertically-stunted cyclops. The group eventually came down to the cellar, where they found Niffty and Husk dead...

...asleep. Gotcha, didn't I? The two were passed out, surrounded by empty wine bottles. Charlie slowly walked towards the snoozing Niffty, and gave her a quick tap on the cheek. "AGH! Who's there!? Stay away! I'LL CUT YOU!!" shouted Niffty as she jumped up and swiftly pulled out a switchblade. "Everyone stand back, the strawberry gremlin's got a knife!" yelled Gaige, loading her Jakobs Flayer. Niffty looked around the room and saw Charlie. "Oh! Hi Charlie! Sorry for scaring you, I just don't really like being taken by surprise. Who're these guys?" asked Niffty as she put her switchblade away. Brick stepped forth and offered Niffty a fist bump. "So you're Niffty, huh? Nice to meet ya! Name's Brick! Charlie here told me that you could help me make a suit for Krieg." Niffty raised her singular eyebrow in surprise. "Wait, you know how to do that? You seem a bit errr... beefy for sewing and such." "Hey, a guy's gotta have his hobbies." replied Brick. "Well in that case, I'll go get the supplies!" said Niffty, rushing upstairs from the wine cellar.

Brick and Niffty went through many different designs and iterations of Krieg's suit for the big night. One design was simply a classic black-and-white tuxedo, only for Brick and Niffty to decide they could do better than that, and so burnt it. Another one was bright orange, which was a good color for work pants, but not a fancy suit, so that one got the torch as well. Whilst Brick and Niffty continued making suits and setting the ones they didn't like on fire, Krieg noticed Moxxie sitting at a table, writing something on a piece of paper. "WHAT IS THE BLOOD-RED BERSERKER'S BEST BOY BLEEDING UNTO PLIGHTED PARCHMENT!?" loudly asked Krieg as he sat down next to the thespian imp. "Agh! Oh, hey Krieg." Moxxie let out a sigh of relief. "Say, Krieg, can you keep a secret?" Krieg nodded. "Well, I'm planning on taking Millie to Ozzie's as well,for our anniversary. This here's a serenade I've written for her." Krieg looked over Moxxie's song, simply titled "l Love You". "A SUCCULENT SERENADE TO POWERFULLY PLEASE THE WAR WAIFU!!" Moxxie looked at Krieg with confusion. "I take it you like it?" Krieg nodded his head. "What're you two talkin 'bout?" asked Millie, walking towards where Krieg and Moxxie were sitting. "Uh, nothing, Sweetie!" said Moxxie as he quickly tucked the song away into his shirt.

As Millie and Moxxie discussed wether they needed to get a different size strap-on, as loving couples do, Krieg heard Brick and Niffty calling for him from the main lobby. "YO! Krieg! Me n' Niffty think we finally threw together a suit that won't cause your date to run away screaming upon seeing it!" Niffty handed the folded suit to Krieg, who went to go try it on. Charlie and company gathered to see how Brick and Niffty's handiwork had turned out. "Behold! A suit fit for a psychopath!" said Niffty as she swiftly threw open a curtain to reveal a truly rare sight: Krieg fully dressed. The suit was a dark shade of orange, complimented with white pinstripes. "I think it looks great! What do you think Vaggie?" said Charlie as she gave Krieg's new threads an enthusiastic double thumbs-up. "I honestly think it looks good on him." commented Vaggie, impressed.

Krieg had a rather discomforted look on what could be seen of his face, as if there was a pebble in his boot or something. "What's the matter, Krieg? Brick, are you sure we measured everything correctly?" asked Niffty, concerned. "I coulda sworn we got everything right. Maybe it's the material-" before Brick could finish, Krieg suddenly tore the sleeves off the suit. Everyone present sat in silence, which was eventually broken by Brick. "Note to Self: Krieg does not like sleeves." Krieg, now more comfortable in his newly-sleeveless suit, gave his opinion on the outfit. "AN ARCHAIC AESTHETIC WORTHY OF ALL AWE!!!" "Well, we're glad you like it!" said Niffty, taking pride in her work. Suddenly, thunderous applause was heard throughout the room, the source of which being Odin, who had somehow managed to sandwich himself between Charlie and Vaggie on the lobby couch without anyone noticing. "Ohoho! A lovely outfit indeed!" Everyone else understandably jumped back in shock. "The hell are you doing here!?" asked Vaggie, spear drawn. Odin shrugged. "I figured I'd check in on you lot, see how things are going. And judging from this little fashion show, things are going great!"

Charlie looked around and realized something was wrong. "Hey, wait a minute. Where'd Angel go?" "Yeah, I was just about to say I haven't seen Torgue in a while..." conceded Gaige. Suddenly, a nearby TV began blaring the latest news. "BREAKING NEWS: Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb are once again throwing down with Sir Pentious and his Egg Bois, this time with the help of a shirtless man with an affinity for explosions on par with Bomb." "OH, GODDAMNIT!!!" shouted Vaggie in frustration. "What?" asked Odin. "Nothing wrong with a good old fashioned fight now, is there?" "Well you see, Mr. Odin, I'm running this hotel in hopes of redeeming people like Angel, and getting into massive fights like that aren't exactly redemption-worthy." explained Charlie to the Norse All-Father. "Ah, I see." said Odin, stroking his voluminous beard. "Perhaps I could assist in defusing the situation?"

ELSEWHERE IN PENTAGRAM CITY:

"TODAY'S SPECIAL: AN ABSOLUTELY UNNECESSARY AMOUNT OF BALLISTIC MISSILES!!" shouted Mister Torgue as he fired a volley of rockets at the ocean of Egg Bois. Cherri and Angel followed through with a similarly large cluster of MIRV grenades. Pentious' zeppelin loomed in the distance, with the serpentine inventor cackling maniacally from the cockpit. Torgue attempted to fire another volley or rockets at Pentious just like the first time they'd met, only for the zeppelin to release flares to send the rockets off-course. "WHAT!? UN-F@ -FAIR!!!" shouted Torgue, infuriated. "Hahaha! Did you really think that I wouldn't account for that, ssssimpleton!?" taunted Sir Pentious. Suddenly, a golden beam shot through the street and pierced Pentious' airship. "NOT AGAAAAAAAIIIII-!!!!!" screamed Pentious as his zeppelin crashed to the ground. To his own surprise, the Victorian villain had survived the destruction. He attempted to pick himself up, only to find his shirt stuck to a chunk of rubble by a giant, golden spear. Before Pentious could fully process this, the spear suddenly flew backwards, with him still attached. After a few seconds, Pentious found himself face to face with the spear's owner. "Leave, snake, before I tell my son about you." Odin dropped Pentious, who promptly slithered away as fast as his scaly bottom half could carry him.

Cherri looked from behind a piece of zeppelin wreckage to see Odin standing with Charlie and Vaggie. "Hey, Angel, who's giant old guy over there?" asked the anarchist cyclops. "Oh, him? That's Odin." answered Angel Dust. "Wait, as in the Norse God of War, Odin?" "Yep." Angel barely managed to dodge Vaggie's spear as it lodged itself into the ground behind him. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THESE FUCKING TURF WARS!?" screamed Vaggie as she ran towards Angel with violent intent. Odin, taking advantage of his large stature, separated the two with ease. "Angel, you do realize your actions completely undermine Charlie's hopes and desires for redeeming the damned, right?" asked the War God. "Hey, I was just helpin' out a friend! And besides, you're the God a' War! Ain't this the exact type a' thing you'd endorse!?" retorted the arachnid. "Perhaps I should specify. The war I embody is the kind that's fought for righteous and just causes. While helping out a friend in need is nice and everything, said friend happened to enjoy blowing up hospitals and orphanages!" said Odin with a look of mild annoyance upon his face. Cherri lept backwards. "How the hell do you know that!?" "WAIT, F@ ' WHAT!?" shouted Torgue in disbelief. "TELL ME ITS NOT TRUE, CHERRI! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T USE EXPLOSIONS FOR THE SAKE OF CRUELTY!!"

A smirk spread on Cherri's face. "Yeah, I did all that. And I enjoyed it! Was real hilarious to watch the little parentless buggers run around ablaze, too!" Torgue broke down crying, his face in his hands. "WAAAHAAAAGGH! I THOUGHT YOU USED EXPLOSIONS FOR COOL THINGS LIKE BLOWING UP BAD GUYS AND EVIL ROBOTS, NOT INCINERATING ORPHANS!!" Angel Dust slowly walked over to Charlie and Vaggie. "Yeeeaaah, sorry Cherri, I can't really get behind that." Cherri shrugged. "Enjoy getting pussified by that bloody Hotel, I guess." As she turned around to leave, Cherri Bomb found herself facing the barrel of a Torgue Derp Duuurp! launcher, held by a still crying Mister Torgue. "NOBODY MISUSES EXPLOSIONS LIKE THAT AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!" The explosives mogul fired, only to miss, and Cherri promptly used her grenades to mask her escape. "I THOUGHT SHE WAS MY FRIEND-AAAAAGHAAAAGH!!!" shouted Torgue as he once again buried his face in his hands. Charlie comforted Torgue as the group walked back to the Happy Hotel. Odin looked down to see Angel with what appeared to be a combination of shock and sadness upon his face. "Hmm, not as much of a bad person as you thought, huh?" inquired Odin. "I mean, I wasn't a very good person in life, what with the drugs, murder, and rampant sex. And I thought Cherri was in a similar boat, but laughing at burning orphans!? Jesus fuckin' Christ!" said Angel, still appalled about what he'd just learned.

MEANWHILE, AT STOLAS' CASTLE:

Stolas and Blitzo lied together in the former's bed, sharing a blunt. "I'm glad to see you haven't lost your touch, Blitzy." said Stolas with glee. "Yeah, yeah. You got any weird plans with that fuckin' book or is it gonna be business as usual this month?" replied Blitzo. Before Stolas could answer, a lamp suddenly clicked on across from the duo, where who else sat, but Handsome Jack. "Actually, there's gonna be a massive change of plans." said Jack, grinning. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my home!?" demanded Stolas. Jack answered with a snap of his fingers, and Killbane emerged from the shadows and clobbered the owl prince. Blitzo attempted to pull his flintlock on Jack, but the ex-Hyperion CEO was faster on the draw, incapacitating the imp with a shot to the knee. "LOONA! LOONA, WHERE ARE YOU!?" Unfortunately for Blitzo, Loona was still inside the limousine from earlier, listening to music that drowned out his cries for help. "You see, pumpkins, me n' Stella have some plans involving that Little Golden Book of yours." said Jack as grabbed the Grimoire, admiring it. "You won't get away with this!" yelled Stolas. "Ugh, Killbane, you mind shutting these two up?" Killbane pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Already on it, Jack."

As Killbane covered the owl and imp's mouths, Jack gave Stella a call. "Hey, sweetheart, got that asshole's fancy book. Tell Al that we're ready for phase two of the plan..." Jack snickered to himself as he hung up. Whatever it was Jack and Stella wanted with the Grimoire, it clearly wasn't anything good.