You and the Hazbin Hotel crew (Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor, Sir Pentious, Nifty, Lucifer and Cherri Bomb) all took a vacation on a private yacht into one of the oceans of hell to enjoy a peaceful and fun summer. Currently, the yacht was at a stop in the middle of the ocean by a small island so you guys can enjoy doing some activities. Charlie and Vaggie were helping Sir Pentious build a sandcastle on the sand while his egg bois were running around the island.

Charlie: I think the sandcastle should be bigger! Almost as big as the hotel!

Vaggie: Think realistic, babe. Think realistic.

Sir Pentious: Oh, it’s possible, Vagetha! Very possible! With the use of my new technology, I can-!

Vaggie: No! And it’s VAGGIE!

Angel was in the water with Cherri, enjoying a nice cool off while Husk was asleep on one of the hammocks.

Angel: Damn, water feels nice.. shame the kitty didn’t rub sunscreen on my back.. I would’ve gotten burneddd…

Cherri: Yeesh, guess the old drunk can’t appreciate the likeness of a banging body!

Angel: Ya got that right, sugar tits!

Alastor was trying to relax on the sand, but Lucifer kept spraying him with a water gun.

Alastor: If you don’t stop spraying me with that water device, I will see to it that you won’t have any hands to be able to even pick it up!

Lucifer: Try it, you tacky piece of shit! Haha!

Nifty was walking around the island, even going as far as going into the ocean just to pick up trash.

Nifty: Oceans and islands are so icky! Yuck!

Alastor: Sinners here apparently don’t have good mannerism, my dear Nifty!