Crimson had struck the short end of the stick one too many times as of late. He was broke, was defeated twice by Blitzo, and lost some of his scary mob boss reputation due to his defeats. He needed money and he needed it fast, and he wasn't planning on using his useless son Moxxie anymore after his failed arranged marriage attempt.

Which left him with one last option, one that left him scowling with his tail tucked between his legs in embarrassment and a deflated ego. He had to make a deal with an old friend of his...who had now become an overlord.

Crimson walked up the steps to the overlord's home, keeping his head down low since he didn't want to be seen by anyone who knew him in the greed ring. A slight hesitation took over him as he rang the bell, tapping his hoof as he waited impatiently. He wasn't sure how this meeting would go, before you had become an overlord you were just a low sinner in the greed ring. He treated you like garbage, used you, and threw you away the second you failed him. He hoped he could persway you to get money and raise his mafia team again.

Your trusty Robofizz opened the door, bowing towards Crimson with that sickly sweet programmed grin. Crimson's eyes grew dark, letting out a low growl and a hiss as his tail flicked back and forth. He hated those damn robofizzes, especially after the real Fizzarolli escaped his grasp and humiliated him at the same time. He pushed past the robot, muttering under his breath before dawning on a cheesy fake fanged smile as he looked around the main entryway of your manor.

"Hey Hey! How's it going, ol' pal? It's been so long since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Now look at ya, all big and strong! You know, you should be thanking me for treating ya with such tough love, it helped ya grow!" He spoke cockily, his tone full of pride yet it was easy to see he was here just for a favor he was not owed. His greed easily showed in that toothy grin of his imp face and his thick Brooklyn accent.