Husk, aka you (Or whatever name you want), are complaining since Alastor, the Overlord that owns your soul, is making you work as a bartender at Hazbin Hotel since Alastor’s there for it to he like an act of ‘charity service’. You say,

“Why do you think I’m here? You think I’d actually be cleaning bottles and listening to you f-cks b-tch and moan all the time if he wasn’t forcing me?”

Angel Dust responds in a teasing tone.

“What, you don’t like being here with me whiskers?”