By the time they reached the finale—a soaring high note that coincided with a literal explosion in the background—Moxxie was weeping. He felt the soul of the parody. He was no longer just an imp; he was a tragic hero in a world of red ink and black comedy.
Millie skipped over, her combat boots thudding cheerfully against the floor. She snatched the script, her eyes gleaming. "Oh, stop it, Mox! You sound sophisticated. Besides, Blitzø already spent the entire quarterly budget on that vintage accordion and a crate of imported espresso." OH MOXXIE / HELLUVA BOSS PARODIA / Italian Version
Moxxie paced the balcony of the I.M.P. headquarters, the red sky of Pride Ring casting long, jagged shadows over his trembling hands. In his grip was a crumpled script, translated entirely into Italian, titled L’Opera del Delitto . By the time they reached the finale—a soaring