The ink demon makes an attempt to stand on his legs, a poor one at that as he loses his balance just as he predicted. Yet Gizmo wouldn't be Gizmo if he doesn't see it coming and rushes towards his boss' side for support.

Luna can't believe her eye; "Are you kidding me! How manny times do ve need to tell you zat you kan't use your demonic povers IN ZIS BUILDING! You're gonna be emptier zan kookie jar i gave Boris for birthday of him...and zat's putting it mild."

Boris frowns at the she wolf; "Hey...leave me out of this would ya?"

Still, Benicio doesn't seem to listen to Luna,his attention aimed at their "client". This intense feeling of anger overwhelms him. "Well, well well….Look who suddenly grew a pair."

The hooded figure seems confused by the demon's sudden markery, the henchmen even more confused as they wonder where Benicio knows this guy from.

Diana spreads her arms, the palms of her hands facing up; "wait what's going on?"

Fonzy sighs, crossing his arms in front of his chest; "Girl, i gave up, figuring that out a long time ago. Just go with the flow, believe me it's way easier."

The figure tries to clear things up; "I'm sorry… Do you speak to all your clients this way? If that is the case...I can certainly understand why business is going slow for you."

The demon chuckles, a sinister grin slowly creeps onto his face; "To clients? No, of course not. To backstabbing scumbags like ya… I will say whatever the fuck I want. Ya got a lot of nerves showin' ya face around here, definitely after the stunt ya pulled on us 'Misteryman'. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear ya limb from limb right this minute." Benicio lets go of his informant, taking two small steps forward, his legs softly trembling, though he hopes nobody would see.

"I have multiple good reasons as a matter of fact….. First of all, you still need to receive the second half of your payment, which I will not be able to hand over if you would kill me. Second, call me crazy, but it seems to me that you are rather on the weak side. So, consider me impressed if you are actually able to hurt me, definitely since you seem to have trouble to make your legs stop shaking and last but not least, I can't recall I did anything worthy of the title 'backstabbing'."

"No? Then explain this to me…...WHY THE HELL, did ya send me AND MY FAMILY to a place which turns out to be a GIANT ASS DEATHTRAP! Where we need to fight fucking freaks of nature to get out of this hellhole…. We've crawled through bugs, played with fire, found a ton load of stinkin' rotting humans, had electrical problems, FOUGHT AN ARMY OF MICE, got drowned in stuff that tastes like vomit and had to see the entire memoirs of a crazed lunatic…...Now correct me if i'm wrong, but i can vaguely remember someone saying...and i quote; "This package is by no means a threat to you and your henchmen, Mr. Benicio." All we had to do was DELIVER THE PACKAGE….. Nowhere, in the entire briefing ya describe anythin' makin' clear that we could run into trouble…."

After the quick debriefing of their little adventure, the mob boss is actually gasping as he forgot to breathe through that entire speech. Though he needs to admit, that yelling at the client makes him feel just a little better.

"Oh dear, it seems I have some explaining to do…."

"Really? Ya wouldn't say…. Better make this good, cause Luna can complain all she wants, I CAN PERSONALLY SWEAR I WILL RIP YA SOUL OUT AND DRAG IT STRAIGHT TO HELL MYSELF, DEMONIC POWERS AND ALL!" He points, his index finger at the mystery man while the inky veins slider towards him.

"My, aren't you a sparkling ray of sunshine. As you wish, I shall try to be concise…."

The figure starts by taking off his hood. The first reaction is a wave of silence and confusion as the toons were expecting another creature, definitely hearing the hoarse voice of the mystery man. Yet, in front of them stand an ordinary male human around the fifty. His appearance exists out of green eyes and slick brown hair with a small wave though he already has some grey locks popping up here and there, his upper lip carrying a Ronald Colman mustache.

The man clears his throat; "I'm Mr. Jones, Harold Jones, But you may call me Harry for short. I worked here as a nurse."

"Wait a sec…. Mister Jones… The mister Jones? I thought Rogers turned ye in some weird creature, havin' spied on him and evrythin'...,"Abel confirms, trying to figure things out.

"Oh, i'm afraid you're mistaken. You're referring to my younger brother Bernard Jones. He did tend to get himself in trouble a lot….Now that I think about it…" He glances at the mob boss for a few seconds before he points his thumb at him. "He was fairly similar to this chap over here."

Benicio responds with a flat expression, which soon turns into a glare as Boris and Fonzy chuckle with the last comment. Facing his attention towards Harry again, the expression turns into an emotionlessness state, still not trusting the man. "I must say 'Harry'…...I hope abandonin' ya younger sibling was worth ya life…"

The henchmen stare at each other with the feeling of confusion still present, till Gizmo suddenly asks; "What ye blatherin' about? 'av yer seen dis guy before?"

The ink demon doesn't break eye contact with Harold as he answers the crow; "Ya might have figured out by now that this creep is the one who gave us the task of deliverin' the package. I saw him for the first time back at HQ when I was takin' a so-called "break", I hadn't seen his face back then. The second time I saw him was when we took our trip to the past, when Rogers went on a killin' spree. I saw this guy crawlin' over the floor, after he got stabbed in his throat, i only didn't knew it was mister mystery man himself, at least now i know why ya sound like your vocal cords have been treated with sandpaper."

The henchmen stare at Harold's throat. Right there and then, they see a massive scar running along his neck.

Benicio continues; "After Rogers left the lobby where he had stabbed ya, ya just took off like the coward ya are, leaving junior to fend for himself, knowing full well Rogers was dragging him through hell. Afterall, ya brother was spying on him, don't tell me he didn't give ya any updates on his discovery of the secret lab and what Charles was doin' there, he even told Abigail the head nurse."

Mister jones clenches his hands; "That is not true. Yes I left the asylum, but only to go get help. Doctor Rogers was mad, he was going berserk, I was hurt. What was I supposed to do, bleed in front of Charles till I would have died? Besides, by the time I found out what he did to Bernsy, it was already too late. I couldn't transport him outside, not in his condition."

There's a moment of silence when the mob boss and mister Jones are holding a tense staring contest, glaring at each other till Benicio snorts; "Okay, fair enough….So then what?"

"Look, 'Starlight Asylum' lies in the middle of nowhere. I searched for a long time, but nobody would help me...Eventually I lost too much blood and fainted. By the time I woke up, I was lying in a hospital and one week had passed. After I was fired from the hospital, I went back to the asylum, only to discover that the place was haunted and his subjects were still inside. Eventually I stumbled onto a music box , I bought it from a tourist originating all the way back from Italy and claimed it was able to defeat the death. That is what is inside the package."

"Oh believe me, we know...The wrapping got "damaged" along the way," Benicio forms quotation marks with his fingers before continuing. "The thin' is….ya little toy is no weapon, it can't defeat the death. 'De carcere ad mortem' means 'prison for the death' in other words, it entraps bad souls. But please, by all means, continue ya little story."

"After I obtained the item, I searched for someone to bring the music box to the asylum. Yet no one was willing to help me. Since desperate times call for desperate measures, I eventually went to the only place left in the neighborhood, Toon Town. Yet, it seemed that a lot of toons there are distant towards humans. So, I stuck to the shadows, hiding my appearance by wearing the traveler's cloak, wandering the outskirts of Toon Town where I found my dear friend over here…" Again, he points at the mob boss.

Benicio grinds his teeth glaring at the man. "Okay, first of all, I CAN'T REMEMBER BECOMMIN' YA BUDDY 'Harry'! Secondly, I'm tempted to believe ya fairytail but please, enlighten us….Why didn't ya bring the music box to the asylum yaself? I mean, ya managed to be here now….I still don't see why ya dragged me and my family into this nightmare fest."

Harold sighs, giving the demon an apologetic smile; "In my defence, though I have to admit, I knew this place was haunted, I did not know things were this bad. I really had no intention of hurting you or your fine family. The truth is, I was scared and the first time I laid eyes upon you, I knew instantly, you were more than capable of defeating Rogers, definitely with the help of the music box. But since I hadn't heard back from you, I feared the worst and came to check things out myself. That's when I found all of you here lying on the floor."

"For the record, we would've been just fine if ya had given us the right info from the start. Ya just send us to deliver a package. If my boys weren't so nozy, we wouldn't even have known about the music box…" Benicio points towards his henchmen, who reply with a cheesy grin, surprised by the boss as he snitches on them.

Abel rolls his eyes when he crosses his arms in front of his chest; "Hey tattle tale, ye were curious yeself, don't go blamin' this' on us."

Harold can't help himself as he chuckles with the funny situation, but quickly stops as the ink demon keeps glaring at him, he can't handle the nerve wracking attitude the mob boss gives him, putting his hands in the air as a gesture of surrender. It makes the demon smirk at him; "Put ya hands down, would ya? Do I look like a cop to ya?"

"No, wandering through Toon Town, I have learned it is quite the opposite. Can you imagine my surprise, when I found out I had hired the maffia to do this task. Never in my wildest dreams i had thought that of all the creatures out there, Cartoons would form their own underground empire."

"well boohoo mister, we're cartoons, we're supposed to be funny not holy."

As Harold has shown his first glint of fear towards Benicio, it makes the mob boss feel at ease, finally deactivating his demonic powers as the inky veins retract underneath his feet. Though having kept his demonic powers active for so long, he feels really weak again as his vision starts to blur and his legs give out, Elymas being just in time to catch him; "Now, as a proper gentleman, I'm not one to say 'I told you so', but I am going to remind you that Miss Luna and I did try to warn you about this unfortunate scenario, multiple times."

Harold is perplexed by the sudden collapse of Benicio; "Oh dear, is he alright? Was it something I did?"

Elymas quickly faces the man; "Our apologies, mister Jones. Like our boss has debriefed you earlier, he has gone through retter a lot of regrettable incidents today. He is just a tad knackered, I assure you."

"Oh, I see…. It seems I'm the one who should apologise, It really wasn't my intent to put him through so much inconvenience."

"No need, good sir. We did warn him about all this, yet our boss insists to be on the stubborn side of things."

"Fair enough….So, to whom can I deliver the second half of the payment?"

Everyone looks at Benicio. As boss, he is the one responsible for the financial matters,

though the demon appears too exhausted to deal with the affairs right now, having just enough energy to lift his tail and point it towards the rebel angel, phanting; "Angel-face…"

Abel nods towards the mob boss as Harold makes his way towards the angel. "Angelface, I presume?"

The rebel Angel glares at Harold, spitting on the floor; " Very funny scarman, only the boss can call me that. Creeps like ye can call me either Abel or the rebel angel, take ye pick…"

"My sincere apologies Mr. Abel, I'm afraid I have not gotten the pleasure of meeting you all and hearing your boss refer to you as….well,you know. I thought that was your designated name. It seems I was mistaken."

"Whatever, do ye have the money or not?"

Harold nods and opens his cloak, revealing a new briefcase with the same stacks of money bills as the first one and hands it towards the rebel angel, who in turn, places it in his hammerspace.

Mr. Jones looks intrigued by the cartoon logic, mumbling more to himself but loud enough so the others could hear it ; "Now that's quite the handy little feature. I wish humans could do that as well."

The henchmen grin as Abel smirks; "Imagine that, a human using cartoon logic..."

Harold starts to blush as he notices that the toons have heard him, making Abel chuckle in the progress.

The man clears his throat aiming his focus back towards the tired ink demon; "Well then, it seems we are finished with the business side of our agreement. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave. It was my pleasure doing business with you and your family and I am happy I got to see you all. Maybe there will be a time where I actually get to meet the famous Benicio family, but until then I wish you all the best of luck and a goodbye."

The ink demon just nods as Mr. Jones places the hood of the cloak back over his head and leaves the cell, leaving the family to finish their adventure.

Once the man has exited the door, Benicio glances at Gizmo while nodding his head towards the door. The crow nods, knowing what to do while he runs to the door opening, only to be greeted by an empty hallway as Harold has once again disappeared into thin air. "Well damn... is yer paddy a magician? yer man is gone…"

The ink demon smirks; "Yeah...the guy tends to do that, I guess it's his thin'." Next, he coughs while his body is mildly trembling.

Luna sighs; "What about you? Hearing by zat kough, you are having kold."

"Well then, that's just one more thin' I can put on the list of ailments. Don't worry doc, I promise i'm fine. I'm just really tired and sore, but I'll manage."

"I don't really believe you, but i'll give you benefit of doubt, just zis once"

Benicio winks at her While he tries to stand up. The action proves more difficult as his knees keep buckling, eventually being forced to take a break while he's gasping for air…"

Luna raises a non visible eyebrow, seemingly unamused; "You vere saying?"

"O-kay, okay…..extremely tired…..I-I just don't like...bein' c-aried around..like a ragdoll."

"Welcome to my club…Now ye know how I felt, back when the virus mess happened ," Abel jokes as he helps the demon on his feet, though this time he just places the boss his arm around his neck as the demon needs to walk by himself.

Benicio glances at the rebel angel; "Nobody asked ya Cherub…...That's to-tally differ-ent."

"Oh yeah, How was that any different?"

"Ya were dying, I-I'm just tired."

"Correction, ye're tired cause ye did die, even though it was only for a few seconds."

"Wh….atever y-ya say che..rub." Another wave of nausea overwhelms the demon as he sinks through his legs.

Abel is not having it though, pulling the boss back up. "Oh no ye don't….Back on your feet. Ye act like a baby deer who's learnin' to walk."

Boris is unimpressed by the rebel angels comment; "Who do ya think he is... BAMBI?"

Benicio snorts; "Relax Boris, I may not like it...but Halohead ha-s a point…..Besides…. do me a so-lid and stop referring... to Disney, would ya? That mouse's ego is big enough... as it is…."

The wolf gives his old pal a soft smile, nodding as Abel guides the boss toward the wall so he could use it as extra support; "There ye go, nice and slow, we'll get there."

"Okay, no-w ya make it ….sound like i'm a grand-pa or somethin'. Just…. let me walk... okay?''

"Sorry, i'll shut my mouth…...for now."

"Aww….h-ow thought-full….Ya do c-care about...me," Benicio grins as it gets followed by another cough.

The duo slowly make their way out of the cell, followed by the others as they eventually reach and enter the lab.

The group comes to a halt when they see the wreckage of the cryo chamber, the blue fluid still on the floor. The harsh image of the ink demon floating in the tube in pain, haunts their minds. They glance at the boss as confirmation that he has survived the ordeal. Though it seems, Benicio has other things on his mind, his eyes going wide in horror. "Wh-ere...is R-Rogers?"

The henchmen seem bewildered at first as Diana looks worried. "what are you talkeeng about? he lies right ovair zer..." She turns around, stopping mid sentence as she discovers the body of the mad doctor lies no longer on the floor.

While the toons are shocked by the revelation, they get startled a second time as they are being thrown aside while the boss gets tackled to the floor. Before they know what is happening they hear an all too familiar voice say in a provoking tone; "There you are…..Miss me?"

And there he was, right in front of them, sits none other than the mad doctor kneeling on the demon's stomach, pressing both the toon's hands to the floor. He slowly leans towards the side of Benicio's face, whispering; "I sure missed you…."

the ink demon struggles with his legs in an attempt to throw the creep off; "Okay this is growing awkward real fast...Can someone get this freak off of me?"

The henchmen run towards the twosome but come to an abrupt halt when they see that Rogers is holding a syringe with a purple substance at the ready to pierce Benicio's skin. "uh-uh-uh," He wiggles his index finger. "You guys wouldn't want my hand to slip, now would you?….No you wouldn't...Did you really think, i was gonna let him go? No, pesky little toons…..He's mine, I'm gonna turn him into a perfect being…."

"Ya see the shit I need to deal with? And then ya keep wondering why I don't like needles…" Benicio glances at Luna.

The doctor wolf rolls her eyes; "Now, is not time to talk about your Trypanophobia. You are getting your shots when needed and zat's final. Besides, syringe he now holds is not on your vaccination file. So I zink you have bigger problem, right now."

"Huh, ya wouldn't say….tell me something I don't know doc."

"Would you look at that…..a toon who's scared of medical treatments with needles. Here I thought cartoons weren't scared of anything… You know, I can treat that phobia of yours."

It stays silent for a few seconds when Benicio gives the doctor a flat look. All of a sudden he starts to squirm violently; "WILL YA GET OFF ?!"

"Jeesh, touchy subject….Noted."

"Besides, for someone who claim to know so much about toons, you're doin' a lousy job of restraining me…"

Rogers tilts his head in unclarity; "Wait…..what?"

All of a sudden the man gets hit in the head by the same defibrillator Luna had used on the ink demon only an hour prior to this as the demon had managed to wrap his tail around the heavy device.

The doctor drops the syringe and slides off the mob boss who drags himself over the floor towards the stretcher as he uses it to pull himself up onto his feet. "Lesson number one dipstick, toons can have more limbs then humans…Take me and Elymas for example, we both carry long handy dandy tails ….Heck ya can even take an example of Abel and believe me, ya don't wanna wrestle with the angels wings, they pack quite the punch."

The words have barely left Benicio's lips as the rebel angel smirks, his wings start to crack their feathers like most humans and toons would do with their fists, implying he's ready to rumble.

Rogers laughs, wiping away a tear; "Down boy down…...I can't remember inviting you to play." He grabs the same remote from before but pushes a new combination of buttons, a cage drops from the sealing as it traps the henchmen inside. "There, now we can continue our consultation without any interruptions."

Fonzy holds the bars of the cage; "Okay, this is getting ridiculous….How many contraptions has he stored up there?"

"Well, we are deep below ground, so he could've planted a big storage area in the space between the ground floor and this place…," Boris replies.

The others just stare at him with blank expressions as Fonzy sighs, tapping the wolf's shoulder; "That was a rhetorical question, buddy. But hey, thanks for the intell."

The wolf replies with a sheepish grin while rubbing his head, the black circles on his cheek start to glow when he blushes.

Straight away, Rogers dashes towards the ink demon, who can doge only in the nick of time by letting himself fall on the ground, making the doctor stumble over his body as the mad man plants his face against the big rough stones of the wall.

The ink demon winces at the sight of the event; "ew, that's gotta hurt….silly creep….. walls arn't for huggin'."

The doctor moans while he stands up, spitting out a tooth in the progress.

Fonzy chuckles while glancing at the cartoon fairy; "Hey Diana looks like the guy got you some work."

"Euhw, grahse, shut eet fur coat, I'm not a tooth fairy."

Rogers growls as Benicio is focusing really hard to stand on his legs; "O, Ha…..Ha….Ha, very funny…" slowly he creeps closer to the mob boss, who has nowhere to run to; "I can't stop laughing." He hits Benicio in the gut with a sour and annoyed rage, making the demon gasp for air as he falls on hands and knees.

He crawls over the floor like a dog, slowly reaching his limit. While he's down, his trusty henchmen can only watch in silence as they can hear the boss yelp for a second time while Rogers kicks him in the side. The boss coughs up Ink splatters as they rain down upon the cold stone floor and mix with the blue fluid. "Y-ya..d..one?" The question is asked with big gulps of air between each word.

"NOT….EVEN…..CLOSE!" The doctor prepares to strike a second time as Benicio gives the others a sad smirk and closes his eyes, they can see his lips move as he whispers; "i...m….sor..ry…" It's as if he was about to give up.

Fear consumes the mafia family as they are expecting the worst to happen, their bodies paralysed while they could do nothing but what happens next is quite surprising, for both the henchmen and the doctor, it all happens so quickly.

Benicio lets out a demonic roar as yet again half his face becomes covered with ink, his left eye giving away that they turned into the demonic state once more as the ink demon's body emits a very bright red glow which blinds them all. Once everyone's eyes have adjusted, no words could describe how shocked they are, as they discover that Benicio is gone.

"What sorcery is this?"

Just like Rogers the other toons were just as clueless as him. The doctor clenches his fists

while grinding his teeth as he makes his way towards the cage in a fast paced manner, practically slamming the bars as the toons jump back. He growls; "WHERE IS HE?"

Before the crazed man receives his answer, a black drop falls down on his right shoulder as it slowly runs down his arm. Lifting his left hand, he touches the substance with his index and middle finger before smelling the scent it emits. "INK!" A creepy wide smirk slowly makes its way onto his face as he and the toons slowly look up.

The family has to blink a few times before they believe what they see, their mouths agape. The boss is right there, standing casually on the ceiling, his feet neatly placed on the stone surface, his body dangling mid air.

Gizmo raises his hands to his eyes, rubs them and finally drops his arms to his sides: "H-How on earth ye git dare?"

It is a question everyone wants an answer for, yet prior to the demon's reply, he has finally reached his limit as the demonic power is fading fast. As a result, the doctor's feeling of eufory is short lived as Benicio falls down, straight on the man. With a grunt they both hit the ground.

Roberts quickly throws the ink demon off of him as the toon lands on his right side, his eyelids feel heavy as he has difficulty, keeping them open. His body is numb, he can't even feel pain anymore. All that's on his mind is sleep, he wants it so bad, he deserves it after all he's gone through…. right?

No…...wrong, he can't sleep. If he sleeps, the doctor would get him and he would die, being turned into a bigger monster than he already is. What would happen to his henchmen….to his family? No matter what his next move would be, he'd better make it count, cause the next move would probably be his last.

The mob boss stares at Rogers as the crazy bastard jumps to his feet and walks towards him as he's more than happy to deliver him another blow. "My...My…...Aren't you full of surprises. I'm gonna enjoy this.

The gears in Benicio's head are going wild as he's thinking of the next move. His eyes go a bit more open as an idea pops into his mind, how in the HELL could he forget about this…

While the mad doctor comes closer and closer, Benicio manages to reach his tail in his hammer space, wrapping it around his ace.

The mad man is about to strike when the demon quickly grabs what appears to be the music box. In only a matter of seconds he has opened the lid as the sad but soothing music of de carcere ad mortem fills the underground space. The tune makes rogers freeze in place as the small mirror on the inside of the lid reflects his angry looking eyes. In between the notes from the music you can hear faint echoing laughter as the song reminds the dwelling ghost of the Asylum of the time before this nightmare started, the time they were alive, back when they were happy.

Rogers however, starts to whale as a white glowing fog is emitting from his chest, he feels like he's being pulled away, the song is calling him, demanding him to go to the source of the sound. He feels light, too light, a white glowing orb leaves his abdomen as it is surrounded by the white smoke, he knows his soul has left his body he had worked so hard on. Eventually he is nothing more than a ghost.

The toons watch in awe as the white fog gets sucked into the music box followed by the orb, the voice of rogers mixes with the music box tunes as his scream reverbs through the room. The flesh bag he once called a body, falls lifeless on theground as the mob boss quickly closes the lid, creating an abrupt end to the song, the last notes of the music replaying in their minds.

The mafia family stays quiet while they are processing what the hell just happened, the silence is deafening. Next, the henchmen aim their attention to their boss, who's abundantly gasping while laying on the floor with the music box on his chest, the box goes up and down with each inhale and exhale. In turn, the boss looks at them from the corner of his partially opened eyes.

Taking a deep breath Benicio manages to gently place the box on the ground next to him and roll on his stomach as he uses his arm to drag himself over the floor a la para commando style. slowly he reaches the empty vessel that once had served as a body, the doctor's coat still attached to it. "I…..hope i-it's n-ot damaged."

Gizmo doesn't like the condition the boss is in, as family members it is their job and duty to keep him safe. Yet, throughout this entire endeavor the boss got hurt not one but multiple times, heck the guy almost got a permanent trip to the afterlife, thank goodness Luna and Deeralyn were there to save the day. With a guilt written face, the crow asks; "Yer shouldn't be movin' in dat condishun...what ye doin' anyway?"

The demon sighs taking a second long break before he continues to put his right hand in one of the coat's pockets. "G-etting…..your…..asses…..ou-t of….that c-age." A weak grin appears on his face, making clear he found the item he's looking for. As he pulls back his arm he reveals the remote the mad doctor had used to control his contraptions.

All it takes is one push on the button labeled 'off' when the cage rises back to the ceiling, freeing the others.

Luna dashes to Benicio's side; "Okay let's see, what's damage sustained?"

"N-othing...s..ome sleep... can't f-ix." He grins yet Luna isn't so sure about that. One touch to his chest is enough to make him flinch.

Abel notices; "And doc? What's the verdict?"

She slowly shakes her head with a sigh before facing the others; "Like boss said, it's nothing too bad. Zough zat brute has managed to break one of his ribs...probably when he had kicked him in side."

Benicio lets out a small snort; "Y-eah….we g-ot it…...I got an….im-pressive….col-lection of ailments. C-Can we go….back...h-ome now?"

The question comes as a surprise to everyone, their boss isn't really the type to hurry back home after a mission, let along beg for it...Though they have to admit, their boss never ended up in a rough shape like he does now. This entire mission turned out in an adventure that will probably be engraved in their memories for years to come. Maybe one day, they can even look back to it and laugh off the emotional rollercoaster of an experience, but for now, they just wanna leave this hellhole of a place as they feel the same way as their boss.

As Boris helps Benicio on Abel's back again, an important point of realisation crosses Fonzy's mind; "Euhm, guys? Not to be a party pooper or anything but …...How are we going to get back to HQ?" The fox gives the weak ink demon a quick glance. "I mean…...the boss created a portal to bring us here, but I'm sure he's way too weak for that now."

He receives a glare from the boss as a response; "Hey...who're...ya cal-lin'...weak….fur-for-brains."

Abel makes a small jump in means of placing Benicio a bit higher in his back, before he covers the demon up with his wings again. "Come on hornhead, give the fox a break. Ye're in no condition to open a portal and ye know it. We don't blame ye."

Fonzy gives the boss an apologetic look; "Yeah I didn't mean anything by it, boss. I-I just wanted to know how to get to HQ 's all. I didn't mean you are "weak" weak, I just thought you used up your energy in that fight and all you know?"

"Well cap-tain obvious, thank-s for...clearin' that...up. What d-o ya...think Elymas...is…..chop l-liver?"

Everyone looks at Elymas. Quickly he clears his throat to continue the conversation, not liking the sudden attention; "ahum, yes well…..I do believe I am able to bring us to the desired location, though I must warn you , we will probably end up in the bathroom. Since the space is rather on the small side, I do recommend that we go one by one, with the exception of Abel and the boss of course".

Jack grins, placing his left hand on Elymas's right shoulder; "neet, I always wanted to see Elymas's demoneec powers at work. you barely use zem."

The bartender is unamused as he gently takes the faun's hand off his shoulder and returns it to the owner; "Let's just say I have my reasons….Besides, a bartender has no need to summon the powers of hell all the time, though I have to admit, it is quite handy with difficult customers."

While the conversation is going, Gizmo can't keep his eyes from the music box, which is still resting on the ground. It gives him this uneasy sensation by the mere idea that the same monster who tried to kill their boss is inside, just waiting for someone to free him. "Hey boss, wat aboyt de bo…."

"LEAVE IT!" The ink demon doesn't let the crow even finish his question.

Gizmo his eyes go wide, his beak slightly open. it's not one of the bosses' habits to snap at him like that.

Benicio lowers his head and takes a deep breath. He looks terrible as cuts and bruises adorn his body all over the place and his eyes are supported by dark gray bags, looking downright exhausted. He gives Gizmo a gentle apologetic smile; "S-Sorry …...shoul-dn't h-ave…snapped like..that. I-I'm just so t-tired…"

The henchmen look at eachother, showing a slight sign of worry as Gizmo gives the boss a sympathetic smile. "Sure tin', let's go back ter HQ".

Abel nods; "We'll go back through the secret passage."

Diana tilts her head in curiosity; "Why? Elymas could take us back home from ziss point."

"True, but I wanna make sure the secret passage is closed off thoroughly. Don't want anyone sneakin' in there by accident and free the guy that wants to kill devil boy over here…...Do we?"

The fairy smiles, crossing her arms; "Point taken."

And with that, the mafia family journeys back through the tunnel and up the spiral stairs to the lobby of the Asylum.