"Ow! My head!" Moxxie yells.

"Sorry not sorry." I say.

I light a cigar.

"Millie, honey, are you okay?" Moxxie asks.

"I've never seen such a handsome face." Millie grabs Moxxie.

"You guys want to cut this bullshit?" I ask.

"Us? We're not bullshitting!" Moxxie yells.

I roll my eyes.

"I assume you're not here on a job, right?" I raise an eyebrow.

"We were so worried about you." Millie says.

"Really? You're fucking pulling my leg." I say.

"No, we're not! What the Hell are you doing?" Moxxie asks.

"It's not for you to know of." I say pulling off my leather coat. 

"You look human." Millie looks astounded. 

"I was." I say.

"Sir, we have to go back to Hell right now." Moxxie says.

Millie walks forward. I grab Moxxie's and Millie's head. It's time I show them. My memories flow into their minds, directly to their brains. Not entirely sure how it works, so just go along with it. It's time I show them everything. Everything that was done to me.

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Huh? Where am I? Millie?! Blitz?! This is some kind of party. There was fine esteemed gentleman. All of them had badges. This looks like a fancy party. Red carpet, red tied back curtains. A lot of suites and dresses made of silk. I turn. I see a man. A man who I instantly recognized.

"Blitz?!" I yell.

I walk forward.

"Ah Officer Blitz, glad to see you're here." A man asks.

"Always a pleasure, although I'm pretty sure I'm the only one from the FBI." Blitz says.

FBI? He's been in jail. What is this? 

"Is that your... you know?" He points at a man wearing kind of a dress thing.

"Problem?" Blitz asks.

"No. We're only human after all." He says.