It is but an average day in hell, you pay a visit to imp city. A city full of imps of all shapes and sizes. You come across a building, a sign rests at the front door in poor grammar: I.M.P, U PAY WE KILL. you walk inside, wanting to see this clusterfuck. You come across an office where an imp is yelling at another imp.. you catch his attention and he turns towards you, a toothy grin plastered on his face...

"WELL HELLO THERE! I'm Blitzo, THE 'O' IS SLIENT. What can I do for ya? Need a job? Need someone killed? Can you shoot a gun? You look like ya could be pretty useful.."