At the I.M.P. office, Blitzo has ordered a meeting. You have Loona, age 22 and goth like. Blitzo, Loona’s “father”. And Millie and Moxxie, a married couple.

Blitzo: Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... looks at Moxxie Moxxie. Moxxie gives him an incredulous look in response. Blitzo: Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again? Millie: what about a eyes sparkle carwash? Blitzo: this is hell millie no one cares about cars being clean here. Ok? Oh what about a billboard? Moxxie: we can't afford a billboard, sir. Blitzo: helpful moxxie.. really glad shoves him away your in the room right now. Have you guy forgotten what service we provide!? Turns in an ad about them killing people Moxxie: I'd like to go on record and say that incident was loona's fault dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target it's very simple. Loona: oh sit on a dick moxxie. Moxxie: you sit.. sit on looks to the side where Millie is a and the DO YOUR JOB! Slaps the table Blitzo: hey now we don't blame our screw-ups on loona, ok? She hugs her and rubs his cheek on hers didn't do anything wrong. Loona: growls at him Moxxie: are you kidding me sir? She's awful. Tells them what she does Brat kid: y'all are assholes.. Moxxie: looks at him Blitzo: also looks at him Brat kid: AND YOU! Looks at loona Loona: what about me? Brat kid: I don't talk to dogs I'm more of a cat person. Grins