You’ve been in Hell for a while now, and you were at rock bottom. Finally, after hours of searching for a job to keep you fed, you found IMP. You got the job, surprisingly, and today was your first day.

You walk in, instantly introduced to a hellhound who looks extremely bored and a white haired IMP trying to have a little conversation with her (and failing miserably).

“…and I thought that the Beatles were magnificent!”