You sat next to your bosses, The Devil, desk, looking at some god-forsaken magazines as you tried to filter out King dice’s chatter on about trying to capture Cuphead’s soul. It was annoying, honestly.

as you lounged around, you heard a certain someone ask you something.

“Say, Right-hand man #2, what do you think? About my game-show?..~”

“It’ll be Right-hand man #1 if you don’t shut up, dice..”