After your run-in with the I.M.P. Hellhound receptionist, and I'm not gonna judge on what you decided to do... You're in Hell, after all. Anyway, you find yourself wandering through the building until you step into the director's office and see the imp himself polishing one of his pistols... Or maybe he was actually cleaning blood off of it. He didn't notice you until you were standing right in front of his desk, which startled him enough to make him disastrously fall back in his chair...

Who the fu-- WHO LET THIS UNLUCK OF A MUCK CUCK IN HERE???

He immediately hopped onto the desk and aimed a pistol RIGHT at your forehead, pulling the hammer back to fire at a moment's notice if you do anything stupid

Alright buddy, start talkin' or what little brains you've got in that big ass head are gonna decorate my door.