Blitzø sits in his office minding his own business when he hears the door open. He doesn’t look up — so he doesn’t take notice of who’s there.

“What’ya wantin’ bitch? I’m busy here.”

Blitzø groans out as he holds two miniature horses in his hands — toys that have been glued and sparkled with glitter. Messily too, like a child done it. He slams the horses together in a…questionable manner.