Loona groaned in pleasure. The new guy may have been a dumb kid, but his hands were perfect for fixing up a headache. "Thanks kid …" Two weeks of hangover curing head rubs…. Now that was the life. Blitz once tried to do it in a small fit of jealousy, and only succeeded in rubbing a rash into the back of her neck and her kicking his ass for two hours. Perfectly normal parental bonding. "You might actually be a halfway decent piece of shit."

"I'm starting to think being halfway decent is the best anyone can strive for down here." The kid nodded as he worked. "Not like anyone can be fully good in a place like this."

"Don't be like that little tot, once you get past the need for violence and the smell of dead bodies, hell can be quite a pleasant place to live." The imp bitch smiled as she threw a knife into a target, hitting a perfect bullseye. "I'm sure once you die, you'll be as nice and sweet as you are alive."

"Yay, cause everyone wants to hear that they're doomed to be a demon and go to hell." Loona rolled her eyes. She definitely sympathized with the kid about his shitty situation, a lot more than she expected to. Maybe it had something to do with the feeling of never being loved by a parent… or she was just really drunk and the head rubs were making her less hostile towards him.. probably the latter. "You win mother of the year."

"I'd like to see you try, bitch." The woman rolled her eyes. "Now come on Moxxie, you gotta time it just right."

"But I can't shoot a family." The fatty argued, having stared into the scope for the last half an hour hesitating to shoot the photo. "They're happy and pure."

"You don't know that." Loona rolled her eyes. The fatty being fat was one tning, but the self righteous bullshit was too far. "Little miss sunshine wife probably sleeps with other people and the husband most likely stalks underage girls outside a highschool."

"She has a point." Iruma nodded. "They could just be a cover for the parents to force the children into the workplace. Or maybe the children have fun taking advantage of a kid in school."

"See, even the naive moron knows better." Loona pointed out.

"Weren't you the one arguing for life?" The limp dick imp asked.

"Oh I still think this place and everything it stands for is terrible and that anyone who works here likes ruining the lives of others, I'm just arguing the appearance of a happy family." The kid nodded. "And not that I believe that I have any say in anything that goes on during work, but how's killing a family different from killing the kid you just killed?" Iruma asked. "I mean, you guys even tried to kill me."

"Well, you're slightly older, so there was less guilt.."

"So only old fuckers deserve to die?" Loona didn't care either way but she liked watching the fatty squirm. "That's pretty ageist if you ask me. Anyone can be a little shit at any age."

"Exactly. Humans always have a nasty side to them. It's why so many of them end up here in hell." Mille waved off.

"So I would've ended up here regardless of if I died or not?" The kid asked.

"Probably." Loona shrugged. "Maybe for yakking it off to the dirty magazines you hide under your bed." She snickered.

"I didn't put those on my bed; I burned them for campfires." The kid answered back. "And what do you mean by yakking?"

"… I can't tell if you know what I mean by dirty magazines or not." She muttered.

"Considering the past few weeks, I just think it wouldn't hurt if we were more selective with our clients." The fattie groaned as he looked through the scope.

"Well, we let in a school teacher this time." Loona rolled her eyes. "If she tells you to kill someone nice and friendly, you know it's only downhill from here."

The door was kicked open. "We're killing a mother!"

Pew

The arrow was fired, flinging around the room and into Blitz's hand … as the eel tank was destroyed. "Damn it Mox, I just bought those eels! Kid, pick them up before-!" and then the flames ignited.

"Great, the place is on fire again." Loona rolled her eyes.

"Abandon ship!" The kid shouted as he jumped out the window.

"... Was there a cushion to land on…" The sinner lady asked

"No, the kid's just crazy." Blitz stated. "It helps him go wild and assure death on the battlefield." Well, she couldn't quite argue crazy … Great, the headache was back.

"And remember!" Blitz shouted as the woman drove away as the fire department shot water at their burning building. "We'll kill the bitch in two days, or your money back!"

"Since when was that a thing?" Mox asked.

"When you set a fire in front of our client you little bastard!" He strangled his employee of the month. Blitz was already in a bad mood after hearing Barbie on the radio, and this limp dicked idiot fucking up and making him look bad was really pushing his buttons.

"Hell has a fire department?" The kid scratched his head as he saw the red trucks come in. "I thought hell would more or less encourage flames."

"Hellfire is a lot more brutal than normal fire tot." Millie rubbed the boy down to wipe off any soot. "To a human even a single nick causes fourth degree burns." Blitz was far too familiar with it. Cause ya burned down your ma-

"So Loonie, got the book?" He quickly pushed that away from his brain.

"You mean the one you fucked the clingy rich asshole to gain access to the living world?" Loona asked as she waved the book infront of him. "Yeah, I got it."

"... Yeah sure, tell all of that to hell." Would probably cause the double 'bitch wife' rants whenever the bird called.

"Wait, the book came from what now?" The kid asked.

"Not important, now come, we have a time limit and I want to be paid!" Blitz shouted as the portal opened.

The blue haired brat blinked, looking at Loona, then Blitz, then back at Loona. "... Does Blitz have a sugar dadd-" Blitz shoved the kid through.

"Real subtle sir." Moxxie rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't even get me started with your high and mighty pedestal, assface, I'm still docking your pay for this!" Blitz grabbed the limp dick and threw him in. Following inside, they arrived at a forest. "Alright, we go to the house, shoot the mom, get out. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."

"Do we really have to kill a family?" Mox complained.

"Oh come on, we've killed worse." Blitz shook his head. "And it's not killing a family. We're killing the mom and ruining the family. Major difference. The dad and two kids will likely cry for a good month and get over it… or get hooked on drugs and porn, but either way everything will work out!"

"Mmm." The brat hummed to himself, grabbing their gear as they trekked through the woods. "Can you at least tell me why you're killing this one so I can figure out how morally objected I should be?"

"She fucked our client's husband in her bed." He explained. "Miss school teacher found out trying to wish the cheating bastard happy birthday, went crazy, and killed the man before shooting herself." Blitz listed off the soap opera life story. "She thought she killed the bitch to, but sadly they lived and got fame and money for surviving."

"… Money for surviving … some people have all the luck." The kid grumbled.

"Don't worry tot, we're going to kill this bitch before they even have the chance to enjoy the money." Millie patted the boy on the back.

"That doesn't mean I want them dead!" He shouted. "I don't like it when people die!"

"Well you should have thought of that before you got the couple attached to you." Blitz argued.

"I don't even know how that happened, cause like I keep saying, you tried to kill me multiple times!"

"Ssssh, quit your bitching, least your not staying with mister radio fucker." Blitz shot back. The kid didn't say anything back, indicating that the imp won the argument. … Although … "So …" He started. "That Barbie Wire girl you talked to …"

"Let me guess." The brat rolled his eyes. "You wanna talk about how you want to stick yourself inside of her?"

Oh dear lord above and below NO! "What, no, gross! Why would you assume that!?"

M and M paused the walk, staring at him in confusion. "Sir, you literally tell me and Millie 'Hey you bitches, let's have a breakfuck to start the day' when we came into the office this morning." Moxxie raised an eyebrow.

"And you're always talkin about your dick and everythin." Millie nodded. "Along with 'how you're the best fucker around'."

"Not true! … Horses are still superior." Maybe bragging about his long dong was a bad thing… nah, just bad timing. "Just… wanted to know your opinion on her ... since you met a new Imp… and stuff."

"Oh.." The kid titled his head, before shrugging. "She was actually pretty cool. She knew a lot of circus tricks that helped us escape that rabid weasel." The kid shuddered. "Aside from Husk, she's the most relatable demon I've met in hell."

"Yeah … relatable you say …"

"Yeah. Like how family's a trick and you can only rely on yourself." He said. "Me with my parents, her with her brother."

Right …"So when you said that she wouldn't ever talk to her brother again, was it a 'forever forever' or 'I just need a good lay and some booze and I'll forgive him' forever.

"It seemed like a 'if I saw him again I'd shoot him in the face' forever." Iruma noted. "It's a bit extreme for me, but I'm not one to judge people."

"Good to know …" He muttered.

"Tot, you can trust us." Mils told the kid.

"The closest thing I have to trust is knowing that Blitz wants me around for advertisement."

"That's not healthy in the long run..." Moxxie spoke up.

"Well it's the only thing that lets me know I won't be alone." Iruma argued. "Knowing I'm useful to somebody is the only insurance that I won't be left behind."

Blitz felt a tinge of empathy open up. He was the same in a way.. as long as he was a good fuck for Stolas, his life had a chance of actually mattering. "Welp, we're at the cabin." Hopefully they could turn away from boring, depressing convos about how you ruin it all. "Pull out the guns kid."

"On it sir.." The kid paused, sniffing the air. "Wait, hold on… This is weird." The kid raised his hand. "The cabin.. it smells like Alastor's casserole."

"The kind made from demon flesh?"

"Yeah."

"Then wouldn't that imply …" Mox started off, before the group went silent.

"Why do I keep getting close to so many cannibals all of a sudden?" The kid asked nobody in particular. "At least it hell it was understandable, but hell AND earth?"

"Well that just means there's more reason to kill this fucker before they kill is." Blitz grinned "We still have the element of surprise, so as long as no one here fucks it up, we'll be fine." He grabbed the rifle, looking into the scope. "Easy does it now … tall lady with nice tits …" No wonder she fucked around. With tits like that you could get away with anything. "Steady hand … and …" Pull the trigger.

"Sir, wait hold on-" Mox put his hand on the handle

Bang..

And made him shoot the lamp instead. "…What was that?" The son of the cannibal family asked.. the family with human skin pasted on the walls and a whole roasted corpse.

"I don't know." The beefy looking husband smiled as all the members of the family gained vile and sharp toothy grins. "But whatever it is ... it's gonna be tomorrow night's dinner!"

"... Moxxie, if you do not have a good explanation for fucking up a clear shot on a cheating cannibal who's entire family is well armed and likely to murder us, I will strangle you, and Millie will not save you from my wrath." Blitz said calmly.

"I-ah … they looked so happy-" And the strangling began.

"I HAD IT UP TO MY DICK WITH YOUR MORAL BULLSHIT MOXXIE! NOBODY ON THIS FUCKING UNIVERSE IS INNOCENT! THE MOMENT YOUR BORN YOUR A TIT SUCKING PARASITE!"

BANG BANG BANG

And the shooting began as well "AGH! A NEW HOLE!"

. "Scatter!" Millie screamed, looking around. "Wait, where's the tot!?"

"Okay, let's try and focus." Stolas listened to the boy as he sat within his tub. "I can either try hiding in the trees, in the house once the family evacuates, or in a hole … tree's my best bet. Who knows how many animals are around here if their main target is human." With the the return of the one known as the radio demon, hell had been getting into a bit of an uproar as of late over the sinners new broadcasts.

Normally the interests of sinners were of little concern to Stolas. Not that he was the type to disregard the lower class like his wife was inclined to do; but they simply didn't hold his attention. They were just an endless cesspool of hate and loathing … and one in particular, that rapist degenerate Valentino he held immense disdain for. However, part of the show involved someone that held special interest to Stolas personally.

His darling Blitzy, the one light in his life Stolas had aside from his precious Starfire Octavia ... His first friend, his first love … his first passion. Oh, the nights he had with that man were some of the best he's had in a LONG time. His cute little Bleep along with the bleeep bleep bleeep with salami and bleeeeeel-

Oh he was getting too excited. He needed to focus. As much as he longed to be by his Blitzy's side, he still had much to discuss with the man.. much important buisness

"Now if I just wait up here quietly, the fighting should die out and result in one of three senarios. The imps win and life goes on. The cannibals win and I go back to Alastor. Or the cannibals win, Alastor doesn't take me back, and I live on earth again …"

"What the fuck kid, you left us out to dry!" The voice of his Blitzy called out as the sound of trees and branches were heard.

"What the-get your own hiding place. This tree can't support both of our weights." The child shout whispered.

"You think I was thinking about that when there's a two ton cannibal beefcake on my tail waiting to take a bite out of my ass in the least sexiest way possible!?" Blitzy shouted. "It took me this long to hide and I'm not moving!" The imp did have a tasty postier, Stolas wouldn't lie.

"Well could you at leastkeep it down so said 'cannibal beefcake' doesn't know where we ar-" The human shouted.

Snap

Before said branches broke and the sound of the human and his blitzy falling to the ground overtook the radio. "Fucking hell! Can't anything go right today!?"

"You're asking the wrong kid, considering my whole life is the definition of never going right." The human child groaned. "I didn't ask for this, I didn't asked to be chased; I didn't ask to get involved with cannibals; and I definitely didn't."

"Then grab a gun and start shooting." Blitzy said as some shuffling was heard.

"I am NOT going to murder someone." They argued.

"Aggggggh! This is not the time for moral shit! They're trying to kill us, so we need to murder the fuck out to them

"And I would rather not give them the satisfaction of-"

BANG

"I can hear ya varmits!" The cannibal human grinned with a cackle. "The more you run, the betta your meat will taste in my mouth!"

"Fuck!" Blitzy shouted. "Kid, go left, I'm going right and drawing his fire, just get the fuck out of here!"

"Wait, but you'll be alone with him-!"

"And I'll be away from your whiny ass, so i call it a good trade off!" Awww; his Blitzy did have a heart for the young soul. Even if he was being crude about it. "Just fuck off and hide or whatever!"

Silence came over the radio, and the rustling of leaves and broken branches indicated that the child was doing just that. Now seemed like the perfect time to check in. Turning the radio off, he grabbed his phone and dialed his darling's number. He waited a bit, before hearing his voice. "Stolas, now is NOT the time. I'm in the middle of running from a crazy man with a shotgun!"

"Awww, but when is it ever a good time?" Stolas grinned. "

"Preferably during a slow weekend when I'm not being fucked over?"

"Oooh, so a bit of role reversal I see." He let out a tiny chuckle.

"Stolas, get to the point!"

"Yes. You see, while I have allowed you to use my grimoire to access the mortal world less than legally for some time, I am going to need it back to fulfill certain duties from time to time. My duties as a prince after all."

"Riiiight. Royalness and all that jazz."

"So I was thinking that ... you know, since this all started with our night of passion …" Don't get too excited, you need him to agree. "That we work out a sort of deal, favors for favors."

"Are these even rules you can enforce? We're already being broadcasted over hell with no bad results … hell, there's a living humanin hell and so far no head honcho or angel has done anything."

"That's a whole other matter, but I assure you that if I don't fulfill my duties at least once a month, Paimon will get involved, and we both know that isn't ideal for either of us."

"…Fuuuuuuucckk." Blitzy ponders his head on a tree as the sound of gunfire was heard. "Fine. Whatever you want; just make it quick!"

"Once a month, on the full moon, and other specific celestial events we can discuss later, I get my book back, and we have a night of … passssionate fornification." He smirked. "And you can have it the rest of the time. Sound fair, my little imp?"

"Yeah sure, whatever. We'll talk more once I'm back in hell."

"Ooooh." He giggled. "I can't wait until we bleeeeep with our bleeeeep and touch your bleeeep with jelly sandwiches and bleeeeep-" So, so many fun ideas!

"Come out come out wherever you are, vile creatures of the underworld!" Martha shouted out. "If you come out now, I'll make it quick and painless!" She wasn't sure who would be trying to kill her this time. That Mayberry gal was dead and the last person she fucked that wasn't her husband was completely single, and a passionate lay at that. He was as tender as his meat when they grilled him on the Q and offered his bones to Satan as per tradition.

She sniffed the air, trying to catch their scent. "Not getting much other than forest … I'm deelin with a critter that knows their stuff." Martha chuckled as she moved forward. A proper challenge was JUST what the doctor ordered to keep her family in high spirits and high gear. "Come on Darlin, don't yah wanna help a poor mother feed her kin and provide them with full bellies?"

A few more seconds of silence, as she tried to listen to any- "Alright." Spoke a strained voice.

"Awww, you're a youngin yourself, aren't you?" She cackled as she moved through the forest. She sniffed the air. Now she had a clearer scent. Sweat, desperation.. and loneliness. "Whataya doing out here all by yourself? No family of ya own to watch out for ya? Scrounging and scavenging by whatever you come across? Is that the life you live, youngin?"

There was no answer this time. Clearly fear … but sometimes, silence was tellin. "You've been on your own for quite a while, haven't you?!" She shot through the branches as she heard scurrying, fast paced steps through the trees. "Going day by day with the scraps you have tah fight for!?" She shot a tree when she saw a shadow. "You're not in control of ya fate, your a plaything to the whims of life!"

The scurryin was slowin down. She was close to this vermin. "So why keep strugglin? Why not just lay back and take whatever thrown … less painful that way, right?" She grinned when she narrowed her sights on where he was. "Won't you please stop struggling, and let mama Martha sort out ya troubles?" She 'pleaded' in a sappy tone.

"... Alright." The running stopped as the outline of a young child was shown across the nearby hilltop.

"Okay then … now how about we-" She marched up to the figure … and was met with a blue haired Japanese boy, in a well dressed suit. His hands screamed of calacas forced to work day after day, knowing the value of hard labor … and his eyes … so dead, yet a fire was still buried underneath. "... Huh …"

"Isn't this the part where you kill me?" The boy said in a tired tone that's been through it. "Not like it matters… I die, I go to hell and IMP can't bring me on these missions, which means I go back to Alastor full time… at least the pretense of life getting better will finally end."

"Child … I don't know what you went through, but it sounds rough." She said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But don't worry. We can burn those filthy heathens, and get you back on your feet."

"... Now I'm somehow MORE confused than I've been in the past week."

"Don't be, just know you have nothing to worry about any-"

"Get yer fucking hands off my TOT!" What felt like a knife being thrown into her back collided with her spine as something red, tiny, but strong as hell slammed her head into the ground. "Iruma! You're okay!"

"Millie?" The boy tilted his head. "What are you doing here? I thought we were all running our own way."

"Like I was going to let my tot get chased through the woods by a crazy cannibal woman all by his lonesome!" The little devil cheered as she hugged the youngin. "Cause a real mother sticks by her tot no matter what."

"That's … the cause of his sufferin …" She reached for her shotgun, aiming it at the vile spawn. "A demon sent to harm this family." Martha would do good work and send them back to hell. "Go back to hell, Satan spawn!" She aimed her gun at the little devil.

"Look out-" the boy shoved the devil away-

POW

And the bullet struck him in the shoulder, sending him flying back. "DANG IT!"

"IRUMA!" The devil screamned, before screaming out as she tackled Martha, stabbing her arms over and over. "HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM WOMAN!"

"I-I was Savin him—-"

"LIKE HELL YOU WERE!" The devil continued to stab her over and over again in the chest. "He's MY kin! You were taking him away from me!" The devil slide her kinfe across Martha's face. "No one will ever take this tot from me….NO ONE!"

Shunk

Moxxie woke up in a daze.. one moment he was outside trying to justify his more merciful approach to his boss, the next moment he was in some kind of dark room, strapped to a chair that felt gammy and boney with nothing but the moonlight giving him any form of sight..

Once his vision adjusted … he saw that said boney chair was made from a dead human. ".. Fuck." He really…. Really messed up with this one. Blitz was going to never let him hear the end of it, and Moxxie felt the mockery would be well deserved.

"Oooh, he's awake sis." He turned to see the two children holding knives. "What kind of screams do you think he'll make?"

"I betcha they'll be like a deep voiced rat bro." The girl smiled, grinning as she approached.

"Ah… hey little ones.." Moxxie chuckled as he struggled to slip free. "Ah… you.. you don't want to hurt me, do you?"

"No, we do." The girl grinned. "Seeing people in pain as the life drains from their eyes is always the best part of torture. It's like our version of taking drugs."

"Which mom and dad say are bad for your long term health and should be avoided unless prescribed by a doctor." The boy nodded.

Yeah no, moral values, JUST what Moxxie needed right now, wonderful. "Look, children, I know that you're probably scared and confused right now. But I assure you that I mean you no harm."

"You're tied down, why would we think you could harm us?" The boy asked. "If anything, you're probably the least intimidating thing we've ever seen. Like, are you a giant red possum that escaped from a science lab somewhere?"

"Why does everyone always assume possum?" Moxxie muttered.

"Now let's get rid of that frown and give you a lovely smile." The girl smiled, bringing the knife to his face.

Seeing that talking wasn't going to do anything, he undid the bonding with his tail, kicking the girl first, ducking under a swing from the boy and hitting him in the stomach, rushing forward. "That's why you should be afraid." Moxxie grumbled. He hated hurting children… wow he was a bigger hypocrite than he thought..

"Kids! I got this weird possum devil thing!" The door opened as the father came in with Blitz on his shoulder. "Let's start the fire and share our blessings with Satan-" The man took a look at Moxxie ... who was standing over the kids that were fallen over the ground. Oh dear Satan, this was horrible… but maybe he could work with this.

"… Okay, I have something you care about, you have something I care about … trade and walk away?"

"And how do I know you'll leave me and my kin alone?" The man glared.

"Because I prefer justice, not violence … that would be my annoying boss." A growl came from Blitz. "I promise that the worst I will do is call the authorities for … well … the pile of bodies." He gestured around the room. "I detest what you're doing, but your children at the very least deserve to have a chance at a normal life. Do it for them."

The dad turned to him, and then the children before sighing. "Alright little devil. Ya got yourself a deal."

"Excellent!" Moxxie shook his hand, grabbed his boss and quickly grabbed the house phone to dial 911, and in no time at all, the two of them were out of the house. "Alls well that ends well sir."

"You're not getting your paycheck this week asshole." Blitz growled. "And since we didn't bag the target, neither will the rest of us."

"I took care of it." Millie walked by, carrying the woman's head, along with an injured and green looking Iruma.

"Iruma! What happened!?" Moxxie ran over, taking out the gauze and looking over what looks like a wounded shoulder.

"The cannibal lady almost shot Millie ... I pushed her out of the way… didn't have time to.." Iruma winced as Moxxie wrapped the shoulder up. "Didn't have time.. to dodge.. then she started carving and …" The kid looked green again. "I am so lucky I mastered the skill of never loosing food."

This was the consequences of his actions. He put his wife in danger, his boss, and he once again made life all the more harder for Iruma. "Everyone.. I'm truly sorry.. I compromised the objective and nearly got us all killed. It won't happen again."

"Apology accepted Mox!" Blitz smiled as he pulled him in for a hug. "But if you pull this moral shit again I will fuck you and your wife!" The tall imp whispered growled into his ear before turning to the other two. "Way to show your balls when your husband's shrank Mills! I believe an employee of the month plaque is in your future!"

"No prob Blitz." She smiled.

"And kid. You were a whiney shit but you didn't die! Good for you!" He patted iruma on the bad shoulder.

"Ow! Th-thanks blitz." Iruma winced. "And Millie… thanks… thanks for being there." Iruma gave his wife a small smile.

"Course tot." She ruffled his head. "I promised to look after you and care for you and love you. That will always come unconditionally."

Iruma's eyes widened at that, as if the very thought of it was unconscionable, before shaking his head. "Right, right.." The boy quickly turned around. "What about the dad?"

"I took care of that." Moxxie explained. "I called the earthly authorities, and they'll take care of him and the children post haste."

"Hmm." Iruma looked up to the sky. "Hey, do normal cops in America always include helicopters and missiles when it comes to arresting people?"

"Wait what?" They turned to the surrounded house …

BOOM

… That was blown to smithereens. "We got em boys! Donuts on me!" An officer shouted.

"Huh… guess everything had a happy ending after all." Blitz grinned with satisfaction. "Mox, you didn't totally fuck things up for once."

"I just killed a loving father and his two children… I'm worse than my own father." He curled up in a ball. "Please.. leave me here and let nature do her worst."

"I'm confused about if this is worse or better than the Japanese justice system." Iruma deadpanned.

"Who cares, the bitch is dead and we're getting paid!" Blitz shouted. "Let's head back everyone, I believe victory cake is in order!"

"There's going to be cake!?" Iruma shouted with glee. "You're getting up there among the better bosses!"

"Tell me something I don't know already." He smiled as the portal opened. Him and Millie went through first …

"I understand it." Iruma said quietly.

"Hmm?" He turned to the boy, who helped him up.

"Helping someone even if you know it's going to blow up in your face … it hurts, but we can't help but do it over and over." He shrugged. "A harmful habit we can't get rid of." He turned to his shoulder. "We can't change who we are… so we stick to what we know.. because that's what makes us.. us."

"… It does." Moxxie chuckled. "Our lives are comtridcitons.. so we just… do what we need to and hope for the best."

Iruma nodded, turning to the portal."… You guys caused me so much trouble… but.. I don't regret helping you guys survive… you guys are trying to be good.. in your own way…."

"… Even if it involves murder?"

"I'm not a killer… I never will be." Iruma stated firmly. "But Millie stuck by me when she had no reason to… I don't know about trust.. but.. I can at least wait to see where it leads."

"Hurry up fuckers, we can't keep a portal open forever!" Blitz shouted.

"… I wish you the best of luck with that." Moxxie nodded. Life never went as intended.. but that didn't mean they could've make it a little better each day.