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HELL.
The notorious realm of the afterlife where demons roam and those whose souls are damned for eternity as a result of their actions back when they were alive.
A world where the very concept of chaos itself reigns supreme.
At first glance, some may call it by many names depending on whichever one of its Nine Rings they were in: horrifying, extravagant, disorderly.
But if there was one thing every area of the realm had in common, it would be that there was always at least a group or two more than willing to get their hands even dirtier if it meant increasing their chances at survival in Hell.
And one of said groups was the Immediate Murder Professionals, commonly known by their acronym “I.M.P”.
In the Pride Ring of Hell where the sky was always a blood-red color with darker clouds floating around, there was an area called “Imp City”, a vast city consisting of tall grey buildings with both yellow and pink windows aligning the sides.
Somewhere near the entrance of the city, stood a black-and-grey building with black-and-white horns built onto it, along with some black window panes and antennas attached. Among the countless rooms located within the facility, one of the doors read “IMP Headquarters” on the surface, with a piece of notebook paper with “MEETING IN PROGRESS” written in red ink taped beneath the room name.
The room inside was reminiscent to that of an ordinary business room, the walls decorated with various posters and portraits and a meeting table at the center where the members of I.M.P were now gathered, awaiting the start of the discussion they had been summoned to attend.
The group was relatively small, consisting of only four employees working under a single person, which made it five in total.
There was Blitzø, the founder and manager of I.M.P himself, who was currently focused on scribbling something down on a whiteboard to prepare for the meeting.
Loona, the company’s hellhound receptionist and Blitzø’s 22-year-old adoptive daughter. She was preoccupied with texting nonstop on her phone as she lazily leaned back in her seat, clearly having no interest in paying any attention to the meeting anytime soon.
Millie and her husband Moxxie, the married imp couple sitting next to each other at the table as they watched Blitzø scribble whatever he was planning for the meeting on the whiteboard, though judging from the deadpan and weary look Moxxie wore, he had a good idea on what it was.
And finally, sitting next to Loona at the far end of the table looking as though she had better places to be, was Mazikeen, or better known by her nickname, Maze. She was a curvaceous and considerably tall imp woman, her skin a dark red color like the majority of her kind and her hair an inky black color. Her locks reached her shoulders, and her bangs completely cascaded over the left side of her face, leaving only the right side visible for all to see.
Typical for her species, she sported a pair of black-and-white striped horns on her head, her one visible eye half-lidded with boredom while a red arrow-tipped tail lazily swayed behind her in her seat. Her upper lip was painted with black lipstick, and encircling her right forearm from her elbow to her wrist was a black tattoo resembling a thorny vine.
Her attire was in all-black and consisted of a high neck crop top that hugged her breasts and exposed her stomach, a slit skirt that reached her ankles with a pair of shorts underneath, and a pair of knee-high laced boots with heels.
Her pointed nails were painted with a black polish to match her attire, drumming mindlessly on the tabletop while her other hand supported her head. She came to a stop when Blitzø finally stopped scribbling on the whiteboard and began to pace back and forth before them to announce the start of the meeting, though she maintained her bored expression.
The whiteboard now had a bar graph with a descending arrow above, symbolizing declining sales. The words “FIX THIS SHIT!!” was emphasized in red marker, followed by a small segment that read “Blitzo is the best - by Blitzo” underneath it. It was safe to assume he took the time to add that little message after finishing the graph for no reason whatsoever.
“Alright, now I know business has been…a bit slow lately, yes.” Blitzo began, catching everyone’s attention (except Loona’s, who was still focused on her phone) as he officially began the meeting. He hastily put up his hands and added, “It’s no one’s fault, okay? I’m not naming any names here…”
As soon as he placed his hands down on the table, his eyes momentarily darted towards a certain person in the room. “Moxxie.”
Said imp instantly contorted his face into an indignant expression, but Blitzø was already proceeding with the meeting before he could even open his mouth to protest.
“Now does anyone have any bright ideas on how we can get business drumming up again?” He questioned his employees, glancing around at each and every one of them expectantly. As soon as the question left his lips, Millie instantly shot up from her seat with her hand raised in the air.
“What about a car wash?” She excitedly suggested with a bright grin, her eyes sparkling as she gazed hopefully at her boss.
“This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about their cars being cleaned here, okay?” Blitzø was quick to shoot down her idea with an annoyed frown. After thinking to himself for a brief moment, his eyes promptly began sparkling with excitement. “Oh, what about a billboard ~ ?”
Moxxie scowled at his manager’s idea, no doubt bitter about the brief moment of disrespect earlier as he turned his gaze to the side. “We can’t afford a billboard, sir.” He reminded, his voice dry and coated with annoyance.
“Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you’re in the room right now.” Blitzø sarcastically remarked, throwing an arm around the shorter imp’s shoulders before proceeding to shove him to the side. “Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?” As he spoke, he promptly pulled out a remote out of his jacket to switch on the TV in the meeting room, the screen showing static for a few moments.
The moment it cleared up, the first scene that instantly appeared was of Blitzø gleefully bashing someone’s head in with a giant hammer, their brain matter and blood flying everywhere. Following it was Moxxie shooting another person’s head off with a rifle he shoved into their mouth, only to be propelled backwards from the sheer force of the shot. The next one then showed Loona violently swinging someone by the neck back and forth with her jaws, and following right behind it was Maze vertically slicing apart a poor soul with a chainsaw, an unsettling smile on her features. Ending the morbid montage was Millie decapitating her own victim with a spear, delightfully laughing as the blood spewed from the neck and disembodied head.
The group was now watching the video while eating from a bowl of popcorn Blitzø somehow got, their expressions varying from boredom to fascination. Maze grabbed a whole handful of kernels after scooting close enough to reach the bowl, lazily munching on the snack as soon as she threw them into her mouth.
“Ah, those were the good times…” Blitzø sighed, nostalgia oozing from his tone as he shared the popcorn with his employees. Moxxie was the only one not eating any, his annoyance only growing at his manager’s lax behavior.
“I don’t need any reminding, sir, considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week!” He bitterly remarked at Blitzø, who was currently invested in watching the TV with the bowl of popcorn on his lap instead of listening to his employee. “One that you additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel nobody watches!”
“Uh, hey, excuse me. What’s obnoxious about a super-fun jingle, alright?” Blitzø retorted with a scowl, putting the popcorn down to stand back up and address his employees once again. “It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement’s spitting bullshit!”
Maze gave a thoughtful hum in agreement from where she sat, glancing down at her nails. “Eh, he’s not wrong.” She remarked, her voice tinged with boredom. “It’s easy to get anything stuck in people’s heads these days as long as the delivery’s catchy, no matter how shitty the crap is.”
“People love musicals, sir!” Millie added on as soon as she sat back down next to her husband.
“Exactly, girls!” Blitzø grinned before proceeding to add jazz hands as he added, “And we’re basically doing a musical ~ ”
He then turned back towards Moxxie with a rather devastated expression on his features, his eyes welling up with unshed tears. “Are you going to crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?” He whimpered, the sudden emotional shift he did catching Moxxie off-guard for a second.
“Sir – ”
“Cause right now, all I see is my dad’s asshole talking to me!” Blitzø dramatically uttered, whipping around to rest the back of his hand against his forehead in a rather theatrical manner. “Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside!”
“Damn, Mox. Who would’ve thought you could be a bigger dick than what you’ve got down there?” Maze shook her head with faux disappointment at the now stupefied-looking Moxxie, pulling out a bottle of alcohol out of nowhere to take a good sip.
“Are you trying to crush his dreams, Moxxie?” Millie joined in, leaning closer to her husband with a teasing grin on her lips.
“I – What?” Was all Moxxie could blankly utter in confusion at the current situation. His wife giggled under her breath before further leaning towards him, batting her eyelashes up at him.
“I thought I knew you ~ ” She breathed in a flirtatious tone, playfully sticking her tongue at the now-blushing Moxxie as he was quick to fall under the influence of his wife’s teasing.
“I can’t believe you, Moxxie, after I made you Employee of the Month and even got Maze to take your picture!” Blitzø cried out to the heavens above as he proceeded to hold up an Employee of the Month plague, though Moxxie looked absolutely ridiculous in the picture due to the intense flash of the camera when the photo was taken.
“Got your good side on the first try.” Maze remarked with a sardonic smirk as soon as she finished drinking from her bottle, casually throwing it over her shoulder and ignoring the sound of shattering glass behind her.
“OKAY, sir!” Moxxie finally groaned in exasperation, throwing his hands up in the air after being worn out from the dramatic display he had to witness. He then heaved out a weary sigh. “I’m sorry, a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles!”
“I liked it.” Millie innocently piped up, earning herself a subtle eye twitch from her husband.
“Do not…” He raised a finger in the air before wearily pointing it at her, his tone exhausted. “Do not agree with him in front of me.”
“Hi there, I’m Blitzø! The ‘O’ is silent, and I’m the founder of I.M.P!” Blitzø enthusiastically introduced himself as soon as he showed up on the TV screen, the company’s logo digitally edited to manifest itself above his hand. “Are you a piece of shit who got yourself sent to Hell?”
As he spoke, a picture of himself twirling a fake mustache while donning a stereotypical villain’s outfit popped up next to his head, the background being a burning building with a sign reading “ORPHANAGE FOR ELDERLY BLIND NEWBORN DOGS” at the front.
“Or are you an innocent soul who got FUCKED over by someone else?!” He spat with a face-splitting grin, the picture above now being replaced with one of him dressed in an angel costume, completed with a lopsided cardboard halo, “innocently” tossing away a styrofoam cup in the trash can instead of a recycling bin.
The screen then switched over to a bulky male demon wearing a jersey that read “OHIO #2” on the front, with what appeared to be Blitzø’s hand holding a cardboard sign with “SOME GUY WHO HIRED US” written crudely in marker beside him.
“After lovingly killing my wife for fucking the delivery man,” He spoke to the camera, his voice momentarily dropping to a murderous growl to emphasize the word ‘fucking’. “You can imagine my surprise when I wounded up here after the state of Ohio killed me.”
He then punched a fist into his palm as his features contorted into a feral snarl. “I really wish I could stick it to that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body!”
The screen promptly switched over to show a scene of Blitzø now holding some sort of grimoire in his grasp while Millie, Moxxie and Maze were in the background, drawing what appeared to be a pentagram on the floor surrounded by multiple lit candles, most of the wax already melting on the floor.
“Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company’s access to the living world…” Blitzø grinned, wiggling his fingers over the page he was on in the open grimoire. A split second later, an explosion of flames erupted out of the pentagram, the force blasting away Millie and Moxxie while Maze skidded backwards as she kept herself firmly on the floor.
Blitzø’s grin grew as he tossed away the grimoire he had to make his way over towards the pentagram, which had now formed itself into some sort of ethereal-looking portal on the floor. “We can take out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive ~ !” He hollered as he instantly fell backwards into the portal, which sparked the following montage on the commercial along with its own little jingle.
🎵When you want somebody gone🎵
🎵And you don’t want to wait too long🎵
🎵Call the Immediate Murder Professionals🎵
Blitzø and his main trio of employees were in a building when Maze pulled out a grenade out of nowhere and tossed it for Moxxie to catch and yank the pin out. He then chucked it out the open window and they all covered their ears at the thunderous explosion that followed a split second later.
🎵Hand grenade or cyanide🎵
🎵We’ll make it look like suicide🎵
The following scene showed Blitzø happily hang a person by pulling firmly on the rope while the poor man’s legs kicked helplessly in the air. Moxxie had a chair ready to add onto covering up their tracks while Millie happily held up the fabricated suicide note she wrote herself as the cherry on top. Maze, on the other hand, was taking a selfie with the murder as her backdrop on her phone, puckering her lips with her other hand in a peace sign.
🎵The Immediate Murder Professionals🎵
Blitzø was now shown electrocuting a person with a malicious sneer, Millie gleefully bashing someone’s head in with a mace, Moxxie strangling another person with his tongue slightly sticking out from the effort, and finally Maze slashing her own victim across the throat with an eerie smile on her features.
🎵We do our job so well🎵
The scene transitioned over to display Blitzø standing before a portal he opened up on the wall, excitedly gesturing for his employees to follow him as he leapt through the opening. Maze quickly dashed in, followed by Millie and her husband (who tripped over a book and fell through the portal along the way).
🎵Because we come straight out from Hell🎵
The four popped out of the floor on the other side, the portal closing beneath their feet as they began to prepare for their next job for the day…only for their confident faces to fall the moment they realized where they just landed themselves.
A church full of people staring at them in utter shock at the sight of demons dropping in on their sermon.
🎵We’ll kill your husband or your wife🎵
The commercial then switched over to another example of the group’s “professionalism”, which consisted of Millie violently stabbing a naked couple on their bed in the midst of their…passionate session, her eyes closed the whole time. A flustered Moxxie shielded his eyes away from the rather intimate scene they happened to drop in on. Blitzø, on the other hand, was inspecting a pair of panties with a bit too much interest, while Maze was currently reading the label on a bottle of lube she found laying around on the floor.
🎵We’ll even let you keep the knife🎵
A montage of more of their missions began to play out, displaying the group assassinating their targets in various horrific ways, such as using a medieval torture chamber, somehow controlling a shark to devour someone while riding it, suffocation via pillow, burning someone alive and even crushing another victim with a piano while playing it at the same time.
🎵We’re the Immediaaaaaate…Murderrrrrr…Profession –🎵
BANG!
Just as the group hid themselves in some nearby bushes while Moxxie aimed a rifle at a blonde woman who was preoccupied with her phone, a little boy had the misfortune of skateboarding in the way just as Moxxie pulled the trigger. Blood splashed across the concrete as the poor child fell lifelessly off his skateboard the moment the bullet hit him, dropping his ice cream as a result.
Moxxie could only widen his eyes and drop his jaw in utter horror at what he had done, the others silently glancing at him.
“…you missed.” Maze deadpanned, clearly apathetic about the fatal mistake.
BAM!
A human doctor threw open the hospital doors as he hastily dashed inside the operating room, the boy from earlier being wheeled in by a pink-haired female nurse and a blue-haired male nurse for his treatment.
The moment they reached the equipment, the pink-haired nurse gazed down at their young patient with concern and panic on her delicate features. “Doctor, he’s not responding!” She called, her voice shockingly deep and gravelly for her gender.
“More water, stat!” The blue-haired nurse ordered, his voice nasally and somewhat shrill.
The pink-haired woman immediately grabbed a bucket of water that happened to be nearby and slammed it on the poor child’s face, leaving behind a rather nasty bruise on his cheek as his tongue lifelessly hung from his mouth.
“It didn’t do anything!” The male nurse exclaimed, genuinely horrified at the failure as he gazed down at the dying young boy on the operating table.
“Dammit!” The doctor slammed down a defibrillator on the table, gritting his teeth with frustration. His eyes then hardened with determination as he pulled out the defibrillator paddles and attached them to the child’s unresponsive body. “I’m not losing another one!”
He and the nurses now each held a pair of defibrillators in their hands as they all prepared to perform a more drastic treatment on their patient.
“Clear!”
Electricity crackled angrily in the air the moment the doctor switched on the device, power surging everywhere as they pressed the defibrillator paddles against the boy’s figure. The moment it all died down and they pulled the paddles away, the child suddenly jolted and took a deep breath through his mouth, ultimately reviving him.
.
.
.
“…holy shit, it actually worked.” The doctor broke the silence, lowering the defibrillators and looking absolutely baffled along with the nurses.
Meanwhile, outside the operating room, the I.M.P was currently waiting for news on their unfortunate victim’s condition, though judging from their expressions, it seemed that not all of them were that concerned about the results.
Blitzø was entertaining himself with one of the hospital’s magazines while Maze was absentmindedly tapping away on her phone beside him, somehow getting service in the living world. Millie was tenderly stroking Moxxie’s hair as she sat next to him in an effort to console her shell-shocked husband, who was apparently traumatized by the whole incident he accidentally caused.
The group finally looked up when they heard the doctor leave the room, the human looking down at a clipboard in his grasp. “He appears to be in stable condition, but he’ll need surgery.” He informed them, readjusting his glasses. He then glanced up from the clipboard to stare at them with an unamused scowl on his features. “Now what insurance provider do you freaks have?”
The group of imps stared up at him blankly before Blitzø broke the momentary silence, looking absolutely confused.
“…the fuck is insurance?”
That was the wrong answer for the situation.
For as soon as those words left his lips, the sound of glass shattering flooded the air as the unconscious boy from earlier was promptly thrown out the window while still occupying his hospital bed. Screaming instantly followed after as the group held onto the plummeting bed for dear life.
Their cries and falling momentarily stopped when Blitzø’s foot got entangled with a rope that was tied onto the bed from the broken window. However, it didn’t last long for the rope snapped a split second later and they instantly started screaming again as the fall resumed.
And that brought forth the conclusion of the montage.
🎵Kids die for freeeeeee!!🎵
“…told you we should’ve just gone home as soon as we shot the kid.” Maze grumbled, scowling at the memory of the whole incident. “Would’ve saved us a shit ton of that talk about whatever crap ‘insurance’ is back there.”
“Uh, and rub shit on our reputation for not shooting the right target? Fuck no, Maze!” Blitzø huffed before narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger in her direction. “And for the record, could’ve used some of your tit tricks on that asshole! Didn’t you bitch about fucking a human doctor someday last week?”
Maze let out a loud groan and rolled her one visible eye at him. “No, I said that if I was going to fuck a doctor someday, I’d rather have my first time with one be a time-traveling one in a phone box!” She retorted, pointing back at her manager as she dropped the composed attitude from earlier. “Let me at least dream about having British sex once in awhile, dumbass!”
“Well, fuck you, too!” Blitzø irked, to which Maze responded by shooting a middle finger in his direction with an unamused scowl.
The company’s resident married couple watched them with matching deadpan expressions, already used to their typical banters. Plus, it didn’t exactly do anything to alleviate the weight of the disastrous situation they got themselves into.
“…I’d like to go on record and say that incident was Loona’s fault.” Moxxie bluntly piped up, turning his deadpan frown towards said hellhound sitting across from him. The wolf-like woman gave no response to him as she was preoccupied with watching an animation of Moxxie being brutalized in various ways on her phone. “Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It’s very simple.”
“Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie.” Loona scoffed with a roll of her eyes before turning her attention back on her phone.
“You sit!” Moxxie retorted, standing up from his seat with a hand on the table as he pointed accusingly at the hellhound. “Sit on…a…and the…d – ” He faltered, trying to find the right words for an effective comeback. However, it seemed he was unable to, so he quickly shook it off and slammed his hand on the table to glare at the unfazed Loona. “Do your job!”
“Hey, we don’t blame our screwups on Loona, okay?” Blitzø chastised Moxxie as he made his way over towards his adoptive daughter, quick to embrace and nuzzle her affectionately with a loving smile while ignoring her hostile snarling at the gesture. “She didn’t do anything wrooooong ~ ”
“…are you kidding me, sir?” Moxxie stared incredulously at him with a scowl. “She’s awful.”
Loona was sitting at her receptionist desk reading a magazine titled “Hellhound Monthly” when the phone rang, the ringtone being the sound of a puppy barking before she picked it up without looking away from her magazine.
“Hello, I.M.P.” She lazily replied in the receiver as she held the phone to her ear. The voice on the other line was none other than Millie’s, her tone panicked and rushed as she breathlessly spoke in the call.
“Loona, I got stabbed! Call Mox – ”
BAM!
Loona apathetically slammed the phone down without a single change in her bored expression, already continuing on with reading her magazine.
“Happy Adoption Anniversary, Loonie ~ ” Blitzø sang as he approached his adoptive daughter with a wrapped gift in his hands, gazing up at her with an affectionate expression. “I got you a little somethin’.”
“Is it a cure for syphilis?” Loona bluntly questioned him with narrowed eyes.
Blitzø immediately faltered in response, hesitantly glancing to the side as he meekly cradled the present in his hands. “I… Oh.” Was all he could say.
“Then I. Don’t. WANT IT!” The hellhound snarled angrily, snatching the gift out of his grasp and chucking it to the floor without hesitation. As soon as she did so, however, a large swarm of spiders emerged out of the battered wrapped box and began crawling their way all the way up Loona’s neck, almost enveloping her whole body. “UURGH!”
“I’m sorry!” Blitzø cried from the other side of the office window, his voice muffled by the glass. He grimaced at the sight of both Loona’s enraged glower and the countless spiders all over her figure. “It was spiders!”
Loona could only deadpan to herself with an exasperated scowl as the spiders continued to swarm nonstop on her body.
“Goddammit.”
“Um, e-excuse me.” Moxxie approached Loona at her desk with a frown, who was preoccupied with watching the “Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow” music video on her computer. He held up a flyer reading “Chub B Gone” with a perplexed expression. “Did you just fax me an ad for weight loss?”
“No.” The hellhound flatly replied without looking up from her computer.
“Wha – Why – Why would anybody send me this?” Moxxie stammered in disbelief and confusion as he gazed down at the flyer with furrowed brows.
“…c’mon.” Loona’s tone was unexpectedly gentle, looking up from the computer with a knowing look on her features. “You know why.”
Loona rummaged impatiently through the break room’s refrigerator, apathetic to the mess she was making inside in the process while Millie watched her from the side with a concerned expression.
“Whoever left the fucking…avocado salad in the fridge, I’m taking it because I have the worst hangover right now!” The hellhound snarled, pulling away from the fridge as she now held a red lunch box and slammed the door closed with her foot. She then proceeded to rip the lid off without hesitation and dumped the box’s contents into her jaws, practically drinking the salad from how fluid it was.
“Why would you drink on a work night?” Millie couldn’t help but ask incredulously, not sure how to react to the situation.
“I’m hungover from this morning, dumbass!” Loona halted her actions to snap at the imp woman, pulling the now empty box away and crushing it in her hands.
BAM!
The break room’s door slammed open with Maze’s hand pressed flat against the surface, the imp looking positively furious as an enraged scowl contorted her features.
“Dammit, Loona, did you steal that fancy-ass booze I left on the meeting table this morning?!” She demanded, placing her other hand on her hip as she stood in the doorway. “I’ll have you know I paid good money for that shit, and that shit was not for you to touch!”
“Up yours, bitch!” Loona snapped in response, flipping the bird towards Maze’s direction as she showed absolutely no remorse for her action. “It’s your own damn fault for leaving that shit in a fucking obvious place!”
“Uh…isn’t that my lunch?” Moxxie peeked under Maze’s outstretched arm and into the break room where he spotted the empty box in Loona’s crushing grip.
“You know what?! I can’t take this assault right now.” The hellhound dropped the box with a snarl, the already-thin thread of her patience snapping at this point. “I need to blow off some FUCKING steam!”
Before anybody could process anything, Loona kicked the box she dropped towards Maze, who dodged the attack just in time for the projectile to hit Moxxie’s face and send him flying backwards, causing his wife to flinch in shock. A split second later, the hellhound stormed out of the break room and somehow managed to run out of the building in a matter of moments.
“AAAAAAAAAAH!” She screamed out all her frustrations to the heavens above, running up to a demon woman passing by on the other side of the street as she pushed her baby in a stroller.
As soon as she reached them, Loona sent the stroller high in the air with a mighty kick before storming off to the side, leaving the poor woman standing there in utter shock and disbelief at what happened to her baby.
Blitzø was standing by the water cooler dispenser with a cup in hand along with Moxxie and Maze, the woman being the only one out of the three choosing to drink coffee instead of water. At that moment, Loona called over at her adoptive father from her desk with a bored voice.
“Bliiiiitzø! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone.” She drawled, gesturing down at the phone in her hand. “Says it’s urgent and wants to talk to you.” She then narrowed her eyes for a split second and raised a questioning eyebrow. “…sounds a little DTF-y.”
“Oh GOD, it was one time!” Blitzø groaned, throwing his cup of water down as he threw his head back with exasperation before crossing his arms with a scowl. Maze stood to the side paying little attention to the situation as she grabbed the carafe from the coffee machine to refill her cup. “If I hadn’t slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world!”
Silence immediately fell the moment those words left his lips. Moxxie stared up at Blitzø as if wondering if he heard him right while Maze turned her full attention to him in disbelief. She continued to pour the coffee into her cup even after it overflowed, showing no reaction to the scalding drink as it poured over her fingers and onto the floor.
“…you what?”