Blitz had been rolling all around in his chair in his office, taking advantage of the less busier than usual day, when Moxxie had thrown the door open. Blitz was about to tear that bitch a new one when he looked at his employee’s panicked face and growled.
If some vengeful sinner had come to settle shit with them again, then they had no fucking idea who they were messing with, and on the wrong fucking day too. Blitz just wanted to play out a new story he had come up with about his horse figurines and not think about his shitshow of a life, dammit.
“Sir, you gotta come see this,” Moxxie had squeaked, “We don’t know how to handle this.”