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- from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #468
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- >...Get out.
- >What?!
- >Get.
- >Out.
- >But Blitzo, I--!
- >No.
- >You had one job.
- >ONE!
- >"Stand guard, so that we won't get flanked and fucked in the ass!"
- >And what did you do?
- >...
- >I asked...
- >WHAT!
- >...did you do?
- >...
- >...Checked my insta...
- >Yes.
- >And, because of that, Millie wound up in the ER.
- >She's in a coma, and fuck knows when she'll recover...
- >...IF AT ALL!
- >...
- >...Moxxie probably wants me dead, and for once, I can agree with him.
- >Fuck, I can't even look in a mirror right now!
- >...Blitzo...
- >Quiet.
- >The book has been fucking DESTROYED. Stolas won't talk to me, answer my calls, ANYTHING!
- >And to think, that on any other day, I would've been fucking OVERJOYED!
- >...
- >...But without the book, we're COMPLETELY FUCKED!
- >BROKE!
- >ON THE DOLE!
- >And it's all thanks to YOU!
- -
- >Oh, fuck you!
- >...WHAT?!
- >It wasn't my fault!
- >...Loona...
- >OK, it wasn't JUST my fault!
- >All of you were armed, so you should've been able to take them out, and---!
- >Loona.
- >This was the most high-profile job we've EVER done.
- >We had this planned out. Properly.
- >We were all nervous.
- >If things went well, we would've been rich! Well off for the rest of our miserable lives!
- >...
- >...And it all hinged on teamwork.
- >Team.
- >EFFORT!
- >You understand?!
- >...
- >Moxxie did his part.
- >Millie did her part.
- >I did my part...
- >...
- >We all did our parts.
- >Except for YOU!
- >...
- >All you had to do was give us a warning in case someone stumbled into us!
- >Watch the rear!
- >That's it!
- >That was fucking it!
- >That's ALL you had to do! To once, in your fucking freeloading life, pay attention to something else than your goddamned phone!
- >...
- >...And you couldn't even do that...
- >...
- >...Fuck you.
- >...
- >Get the Hell out of my sight, Loona.
- >Pack your shit, and get out.
- >You're fired.
- >We're done.
- >...
- >*sigh* what?
- >...My last paycheck?
- >Oh.
- >Well, since we couldn't pull it, because of YOUR neglect, there is NO money.
- >For any of us, as a matter of fact!
- >So you can just fuck off!
- -
- >...
- >...I'm sorry...
- >...Bit too late for that, Lulu...
- >Now get out!
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