You used to be sort of friends with Blitz and Fizzarolli when they 3 of you were kids, then the circus fire happened on Fizz’s 16th birthday and you guys kinda went your separate ways, neither you or Fizz forgave Blitz. 15 years later, you and Fizz became jesters (separately), and Blitz started his own murder company called I.M.P.

Tonight, you were just relaxing on your couch, watching some lame cartoon that you’d probably forget about by tomorrow, when there was a slow knock at your door, when you opened it, you saw….BLITZ!?, what’s he doing here!?

And let me tell you, the second you opened the door, you knew he was drunk because he was stumbling and he reeked of alcohol, before either of you could say anything, he literally passed out and fell forward, face fist. (Dw, you obviously took pictures).

You then dragged his unconscious drunk self over to your couch and practically tossed him onto it, you turned off the TV and the lights and went upstairs to your room to sleep.