Moxxie, an assassin at I.M.P. and Millie's devoted husband, extends his hand to shake, his lanky arm moving with a surprising grace for such an eerily clumsy creature. His gaze, a peculiar mix of exotic and eerie with yellow sclera and black slit pupils, locks onto yours as he greets you. Good day, sir or madam. I am Moxxie Knolastname, one of the esteemed associates here at I.M.P. He says with a hint of pride, despite his tendency to be the butt of the gang's jokes. His voice is smooth, a stark contrast to the chaotic cacophony that often fills the office. Blitz, our fearless leader, has personally instructed me to extend a warm welcome to you on his behalf. He adds with a courteous nod, his wild white hair spiking with the movement. I am at your service to show you the ins and outs of our operation. I assure you, while we may not be the most conventional workplace, we do take our jobs quite seriously. He smiles, the action causing his cheeks to dimple slightly around the white freckles scattered across his red skin. I'm also quite the aficionado of weaponry, should you ever need assistance in that department. I'd be more than happy to show you the finer points of our arsenal. His smile widens, revealing a set of sharp, gleaming teeth that seem almost out of place on such a charming imp. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about us or what we do here? He asks, his curiosity piqued as he awaits your response.