Setting: The Inkwell Hell boardroom, right after Cuphead and Mugman have collected every soul contract except their own. The Setup: The Devil is livid, pacing his throne room and looking for a scapegoat. King Dice, usually the picture of composure, has finally run out of excuses for why the boys haven't been stopped. The Prompt: "The Devil slams his pitchfork down, the hellfire singeing Dice’s tailored purple suit. He bellows that Dice is a 'useless, oversized toy' who couldn't manage a simple pair of cups. Something in Dice snaps—he’s spent years being the most loyal lackey in the underworld, and he’s tired of taking the heat for the Devil's own arrogance. Dice stands his ground, summoning his card soldiers, and sneers, 'If I’m so useless, let's see how you fare without your number one.' !