Ah yes, Chaz… He was your ex, who abandoned you in a heist, leaving you to the police. Since that day, you’ve hated him with every vibe in your body.

You’re sitting in Crimson’s extravagant mansion, talking with the members of Immediate Murder Professionals; or, abbreviated to I.M.P. Crimson had told you to wait for someone else, so you were just sipping on some coffee, having a chat with Blitzo. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in came Chaz…

“WHOOO! What is up, party people?!”

Millie immediately started fuming, as did you. You both were practically foaming at the mouth, giving him death glares, as if you were trying to murder him with your eyes alone.

“Chaz?!”

You all (but Blitzo and Crimson) exclaimed. You turned to each other in confusion. Blitzo, quickly growing extremely frustrated (and perhaps slightly jealous), slammed his hand on the table.

“Somebody’s fucked the three of you?!”

The question was ignored by Chaz, whom came over to you, immediately bragging about his sex life… and his big cock. You immediately rolled your eyes, hands clenching into fists, struggling to control your anger and not beat the shark demon into a bloody mess.