"Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes," Blitzo paced back and forth in front of his employees, who he was currently in a meeting with at the headquarters of I.M.P. He leaned forward and placed his hand on the table in front of him. "It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here," he looked up at Moxxie. "Moxxie." He muttered. Moxxie gave his boss a 'what the fuck' look. "Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?" He asked. Millie raised her hand.

"What about a car wash?" Millie asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling. Blitzo frowned.

"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay?" He said. He then gasped. "Ooh! What about a billboard?" He suggested, his eyes sparkling, waving his hands in the air with an enthusiastic flair. A Hell Hound with [f/c] fur, sitting next to a Hell Hound with gray and white fur, rose her eye brows in confusion.

"But I thought we couldn't afford a billboard, dad." She said. This was Blitzo's youngest daughter, [Y/N]. She was sitting next to her adopted older sister, Loona, who looked like she could care less about what was going on. Blitzo walked over to his daughter, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"Helpful, [N/N]. Really glad you're in the room right now, sweetie." He said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. He turned to his other employees. "Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" He asked.

Blitzo turned on the TV that showed the I.M.P. crew brutally murdering people from the overworld as they are paid to do. Blitzo whacked a man in the face with a mallet, Moxxie was blown away firing a shotgun through the mouth of a man tied to a chair, Loona swung a man back and forth in her mouth, growling, Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughed, and [Y/N] ripped someone's throat out, she looked up, eyes sparkling and smiling. The group was sitting in front of the TV, eating from a bowl of popcorn. Loona tossed a piece into her sister's mouth, [Y/N] chewing happily. Blitzo sighed in happiness.

"Ahh, those were the good times." He muttered. Moxxie sighed and looked at his boss.

"We don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches." Moxxie said. Blitzo turned around and glared at the smaller Imp.

"Wha, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!" Blitzo said. Millie sat in her chair next to Moxxie, smiling at Blitzo.

"People love musicals, sir." She said. Blitzo smiled at her and pointed.

"Exactly, Millie! And we're basically doin' a musical." He said, doing jazz hands. "Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?" Blitzo asked, putting on the dramatics. Moxxie sighed.

"Sir--"

"'Cause, right now? All I see is just my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside." Blitzo said, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Millie leaned towards Moxxie.

"Are you tryin' to crush his dreams, Moxxie?" She asked. Moxxie froze.

"I-- What?" He asked. Millie smiled.

"I thought I knew you." She said flirtatiously. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him as Moxxie blushed and rolled his eyes affectionately. Blitzo sighed dramatically.

"I can't believe you, Moxxie! After I made you employee of the month! I even broke [Y/N]'s streak for it!" He shouted, he tearfully held up an employee of the month plaque with a terrible picture of Moxxie on it. Moxxie sighed, pinching his nose.

"Okay, sir! I'm sorry; a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles!" He said, trying to get his point across. [Y/N] frowned at Moxxie.

"Hey, I liked the jingle." She said, crossing her arms and pouting. Millie pointed to herself.

"I liked it." Millie said. Moxxie looked over at [Y/N].

"Well you have to agree with him because you're his daughter," Moxxie said. He looked over at Millie and pointed a shaking finger at her. "Do not, do not agree with him in front of me!" He said. Blitzo placed his hands on his hips.

"Hey! [Y/N] does not have to agree with me," he looked at his daughter. "Though I do like it when you do, [Y/N]." He said, smiling.

Blitzo then turned the TV to his commercial jingle.

"Hi, there! I'm Blitzo! The "o" is silent, and I'm the founder of I.M.P.!" He gestured to the logo as it appeared on screen, then disappeared. Two pictures of Blitzo in different scenarios appeared. The first showed him wearing two top hats through his horns, a monocle, and twiddling a fake mustache, while standing outside of a burning building with a sign that read "Orphanage for Elderly Blind Newborn Dogs". The second showed Blitzo wearing an angel costume at a coffeehouse happily throwing an empty coffee cup in a trash can, instead of the recycling bin right next to it. "Are you a piece of shit that got yourself sent to Hell, or are you an innocent soul who got FUCKED over by someone else?!"

The screen cut to a sinner Ohio sports jersey. Blitzo held a cardboard sign in frame that read "Some guy who hired us!!"

"After lovingly killing my wife for fucking the delivery man, you can imagine my surprise when I wound up here, after the state of Ohio killed me! I really wish I could stick it to that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body!" The sinner said.

The scene cut to Blitzo holding a grimoire, while [Y/N], Moxxie and Millie were arranging lit candles on the floor in a pentagram.

"Well, luckily for you. Thanks to our company's special access to the , we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!" Blitzo shouted, falling backward through the portal after Moxxie and Millie, [Y/N] waving happily down at her dad and friends.

When you want somebody gone,

And you don't want to wait too long

Call the Immediate Murder Professionals!

Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie were inside of their building, Moxxie throwing a grenade out the window. The trio covered their ears as the grenade exploded, sending severed arm flying.

Hand grenade or cyanide,

Blitzo was shown hanging someone with a rope as Millie finished writing a su*c*de note.

We'll make it look like su*c*de

Blitzo electrocuted someone, Millie hit someone on the head with a mace, and Moxxie strangled someone.

The Immediate Murder Professionals!

[Y/N] created a portal to the living world in a wall, watching as the three Imps jumped through it.

We do our job so well,

Because, we come straight out from Hell!

The group froze when they appeared through the portal, stepping into a church.

Millie was struggling to remove a knife from a naked couple who are in 69 position, while Moxxie tried to look away, and Blitzo examined a pair of panties.

We'll kill your husband or your wife

Blitzo stabbed someone tied to a chair repeatedly in the head while sporting a goofy expression.

We'll even let you keep the knife

The trio hid in a bush in a park and Moxxie was about to shoot a blonde woman looking at her phone from behind.

We're the Immediaaaaate... Murderrrrrr... Profession--

Moxxie accidentally shot a boy passing by, eating an ice cream cone. The boy groaned and collapsed as Moxxie looked on in shock. Blitzo and Millie turned their eyes to Moxxie in surprise.

The boy was wheeled in on a hospital bed by a doctor, a pink-haired nurse, and a blue-haired nurse.

"Doctor, he's not responding!" The pink haired nurse said in a masculine voice.

"Cool water, stat!" The blue haired nurse demanded. The pink-haired nurse whacked the boy in the face with a bucket of water, doing nothing but leaving a large welt on his face.

"It didn't do anything!" The blue haired nurse said in astonishment.

"Dammit! I'm not losing another one." The doctor said in determination. He and the two nurses grabbed defibrillator paddles, holding them on the boy's body.

"CLEAR!"

The paddles shocked the boy's body. He suddenly took a breath, breathing heavily. The doctor and nurses stared in shock.

"Holy shit! It actually worked." The doctor said in astonishment.

Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie were waiting outside the boy's hospital room. Blitzo was reading a magazine, while Millie comforted Moxxie, who looked devastated. The doctor came out of the room with a clipboard.

"He appears to be in stable condition, but he'll need surgery." He said, looking up from the clipboard. "Now, what insurance provider do you freaks have?" The doctor asked. Blitzo looked at the doctor in confusion.

"The fuck is insurance?"

A window broke and the boy's hospital bed flies out. The boy was unconscious in the bed, while Millie, Moxxie, and Blitzo are holding on for dear life as they plummet screaming to the ground. The bed was stopped by a rope that has become tangled around Blitzo's foot. Blitzo slammed his face into the bed, the rope snapped, and they all continue to fall.

Kids die for freeeeeee!

Millie and Moxxie were sitting across from Loona and [Y/N], Loona, who had her feet propped up on the table, was watching a video on her phone of Moxxie getting hurt. [Y/N] was looking over her sister's shoulder, watching the phone in awe. Moxxie glared at the Hound sisters.

"I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loon and [Y/N]'s fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It's very simple." Moxxie said. [Y/N]'s head snapped up, glaring at Moxxie.

"Hey!" She shouted.

"Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie." Loona said, not looking at the Imp.

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOBS!!" Moxxie shouted, slamming his hand onto the table. Blitzo looked at Moxxie.

"Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona and [Y/N], okay?!" He shouted. He walked over and nuzzled Loona, who glared at him, snarling. "She didn't do anything wrooooong~" He cooed, ignoring his daughter's growling. He then walked over to [Y/N], wrapping his arms around [Y/N] from behind. "And you are perfect, Princess~" Blitzo cooed, using his nickname for [Y/N], who smiled and cuddled into her father. Moxxie watched on in confusion and anger.

"Are you kidding me, sir? Loona's awful! And [Y/N] is so scatter brained that a fly could go over her head and she wouldn't notice!" He shouted.

~~~~

Loona sat at her desk, reading a magazine called "Hellhound Monthly". Her desk phone started ringing, Loona picking it up without looking up.

"Hello, I.M.P." Loona answered in a bored tone. Millie was on the other line.

"Loona, I got stabbed! Call Mox--"

Loona hung up, not interested in the conversation.

~~~~

Loona and [Y/N] were in Blitzo's office, [Y/N] rocking back and forth on her heels, waiting for Blitzo, while Loona had her arms crossed. Blitzo walked up to the two, carrying a present for the two.

"Happy Adoption Anniversary, Loonie! [N/N]! I got you a little somethin'." He said, smiling. [Y/N] gasped, her tail wagging as she clasped her hands together in excitement.

"Ooh! What is it?" [Y/N] asked, impatient. Loona rose an eyebrow in disinterest.

"Is it a cure for syphilis?" She asked. Blitzo froze.

"I, Oh." Blitz murmured. Loona grabbed the present and slammed it onto the floor.

"THEN, I DON'T WANT IT!" She shouted in anger. [Y/N] frowned.

"Hey! I wanted to open that!" She shouted, pouting. A large swarm of spiders emerged from the box, swarming the two sister. Loona growled, and glared at Blitzo. [Y/N] gasped and smiled.

"Yay! Spiders!" She shouted, giggling happily, watching as the spiders surrounded her body. Blitzo was suddenly outside of the window, frowning at his daughters.

"I'm sorry! It was spiders!" He said. Some of the spiders were jumping up and down on Loona's ear, another dangling from a web on her nose.

"Goddammit."

~~~~

Loona is then shown at her desk, watching an online video of Charlie Morningstar pitching an idea for a hotel. [Y/N] sat beside her sister, leaning her head on Loona's shoulder. Moxxie approached the sisters with a flyer for "Chub B Gone".

"Um, e- excuse me. Did you just fax me an ad for weight loss?" Moxxie asked, talking to Loona.

"No." Loona said, not looking up. Moxxie looked at the sisters in confusion.

"Wha-- Why- Why would anyone send me this?" He asked in confusion.

"C'mon," Loona looked up at the Imp. "You know why."

~~~~

Loona was rummaging through the company fridge.

"Whoever left the fucking, avocado salad in the fridge, I'm taking it, because I have the worst hangover right now!" Loona shouted. Millie and [Y/N] were sitting at a table, watchin the hound in confusion as Loona ripped the lid off and drank the contents.

"Why would you drink on a work night?" Millie asked. Loona stopped drinking the salad and looked at the Imp.

"I'm hungover from this morning, dumbass!" She said. [Y/N] frowned and pointed at the box.

"Uh, isn't that Moxxie's lunch?" She asked. Moxxie entered the kitchen, pausing.

"Isn't that my lunch?" He asked. Loona scoffed and dropped the box.

"Y'know what?! I can't take this assault right now! I need to blow off some fucking steam!" She shouted, kicking the box, sending both it and Moxxie out of the room, surprising both Millie and her sister.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Loona ran to an Imp lady pushing her baby's stroller. Loona kicked the stroller into the air, while its mother stood there in shock.

~~~~

"Bliiiitzo! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! Sounds a little DTF-y." Loona said from her desk. Blitzo, Moxxie and [Y/N] were standing by a water cooler. Blitzo groaned and threw his cup on the floor.

"Oh, GOD, it was one time!" He shouted. He crossed his arms, pouting. "If I hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world." He said. Moxxie and [Y/N] stared at him in silence.

"You what?"

~~~~

Blitzo snuck away from a sleeping Stolas, carrying the grimoire.

"Got the booook, got the booook! Got this fuckin' heavy book!" Blitzo sung to himself.

Blitzo reached Stolas' balcony and lay the grimoire on the ledge. Grunting, he attempted to step up on the ledge using the grimoire. Instead, the combined weight sent both him and the grimoire falling forward off of the balcony.

"Oh- Oh, SHIT!!"

Blitzo landed on the cake that Stolas' wife, Stella and her friends were having, splattering pieces of it all over them. Blitzo looked up at her.

"Sorry, I fucked your husband." Blitzo said, not sounding to guilty about it.

~~~~

"BLIIIITZO!" Loona shouted.

"I HEARD YOU ALREA--! Sooooo, what can I do you for this time, Stolas?" Blitzo asked, talking to Stolas on his office phone. Stolas was sitting on a couch in his mansion.

"There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists!" Stolas said, talking on his phone. Blitzo rose an eyebrow in confusion.

"Doesn't it?" He asked. Stolas paused.

"Well... yes. But, more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here~" Stolas cooed.

"Okay, well. Yeah, that makes sense." Blitzo murmured.

"You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy?" Stolas asked. Blitzo sighed, pulling his phone away from his ear.

"God-fuckin'-dammit." Blitzo muttered to himself.

"When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red (bleep) of yours, (bleep) your (bleep) and lick all of your (bleep), before taking out your (bleep), and (bleep) with more teeth until you're screaming (bleep) like a FUCKING baby--!" Stolas was cut off when Blitzo hung up the phone, looking visibly disturbed by what he just heard. He snapped his cellphone in half, smashed it with his desk phone, tossed said desk phone away, pulled out a blender, put the cellphone pieces in it, and blended them. Blitzo turned and handed the blender to Loona, who was standing nearby.

"Eat this!"

Loona drank the mixture, not questioning it.

"And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?"

"Yeah?"

"Shit off it!"

~~~~

"Look, the point is, Loona and [Y/N] are valued members of our family, and we don't get rid of family." Blitzo said. Loona glanced up at Blitzo, smiling briefly. [Y/N] smiled softly at her sister. Moxxie frowned.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees!" He gestured to Loona. "You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones! And you treat [Y/N] like she's some spoiled princess who needs everything she asks for!" Moxxie shouted. [Y/N] frowned, crossing her arms. Her ears fell from their pointed position, a small whine coming from her. Loona slowly flipped Moxxie off, not looking up from her phone. Blitzo frowned.

"That is offensive! Without homeless people," he walked over to the window and pulled up the blinds. "I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!" Blitzo said. He smashed his face up against the window, cracking the glass. He looked at a homeless demon, looking sad. Blitzo smugly waved at him, before lowering the window blinds.

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work?" Moxxie asked. Millie looked at her husband.

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal!" She tried to reassure. Moxxie paused, looking at his wife.

"Excuse me, WHAT?!" He shouted.

~~~~

Moxxie and Millie were preparing dinner in their kitchen.

"Honey, can you get me the butter?" He requested. Millie smiled and turned to the fridge.

"Sure, sweetie." She said. She opened to door, finding Blitzo hiding in their fridge.

"Spoiler alert: the butter's spoiled!" Blitzo said, handing Millie the spoiled butter. Millie stared at her boss for a moment, then giggled. Moxxie turned to his wife.

"What's funny, honey?" He asked, his eyes widening when he saw Blitzo in his fridge.

"Really impressive wordplay."

"What the-- WHY ARE YOU IN OUR FRIDGE?!" Moxxie shouted.

Moxxie and Millie were tossing and turning as he heard the sound of a cat purring. Moxxie opened his eyes, groaning, and saw Blitzo standing on him, looking him right in the eyes. He looked like a kid on Christmas.

"Whatcha dreamin' about?" Blitzo asked.

"I was dreaming my parents were being murdered, but now... I'd like to go back to that." Moxxie said sleepily.

Moxxie was strumming his guitar and smiling, singing to Millie.

"Of all the imps in Hell, it's for her/him that I fell

Oh, Millie~"

The two closed their eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Moxxie pulled away, noticing Blitzo outside the window with a camcorder.

"Are you fucking filming us right now?!"

~~~~

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie growled, clenching his hand into a fist. Blitzo smirked at Moxxie and shrugged.

"I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?" He asked. Moxxie's eye twitched in irritation.

"No!" He growled. Loona and [Y/N] snickered at their father figure teasing their co worker.

"You a baby-wiener-haver?" Blitzo teased. Moxxie slammed his hand down on the table.

"Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!" Moxxie shouted, standing up from his chair. Millie placed a hand on Moxxie's shoulder.

"Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!" Millie said.

"I AM CALM!" Moxxie shouted, looking at his wife. Millie pulled her husband to her chest, rubbing his head as Moxxie started whimpering in anger, glaring at his boss.

"Shh-shh-shh. There, there~" She cooed. Blitzo crossed his arms.

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff you do outside work hours," Blitzo made a lude hand motion. "So, don't... judge me!" Blitzo said, glaring at Moxxie. Moxxie glared back at Blitzo. 

"Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot, actually!" Moxxie stated. Millie looked at her husband. 

"Mox, he's our boss!" 

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? Ret*rded." Blitzo said, smiling smugly. Moxxie narrowed his eyes at Blitzo. 

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single life?" Moxxie asked, trying to get under Blitzo's skin, which wasn't going to work. Blitzo leaned towards Moxxie, smiling. 

"It actually does." He said. Loona glared at Moxxie.

"The only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" Loona said. Moxxie's mouth fell open in shock. [Y/N]'s fur fluffed up in shock, glancing at her sister in worry. Millie slammed her hands against the table, looking at Loona with anger. 

"No, he's not, you BITCH!" Millie shouted, flipping Loona off with both fingers. Loona started to growl at Millie, who was still flipping the Hell Hound off. [Y/N] looked around the table, raising her hands. 

"How about we all just --" 

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!" Blitzo shouted, cutting [Y/N] off.

"You guys are all fucking assholes." A voice said from the other side of the room. Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona and [Y/N]'s eyes all widened in surprise. They looked at Eddie, the boy Moxxie accidentally shot earlier. Eddie was lying on a table with three wires from a heart monitor attached to his stomach. Blitzo glared at Eddie.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!" Blitzo argued. Moxxie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ugh, this company is such a mess!" He muttered. [Y/N] looked at Moxxie, smiling at the Imp.

"It's not all bad, Moxxie." She said. The Imp looked at the Hell Hound. He crossed his arms, turning away from her.

"I'm not talking to you right now." He said. Blitzo walked over, wrapping his arms around [Y/N]'s shoulders.

"Alright, let's get back to talking about my outfit." He said, smoothing his suit out. Loona looked at her dad.

"Nobody was talking about that!"

"Which is why I'm tryin' to get that ball rolling. So, how does it look? It's good, right?"

"It's been a literal hell," Eddie detached the monitors from his body, sitting up on the table. "Having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuck shits wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!" Eddie pleaded. He pointed at Blitzo.

"You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!" Eddie said. Moxxie frowned at the boy.

"Hey, now! That's not very--"

"If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit." Eddie said, cutting Moxxie off. Moxxie flinched away from the boy, shaking in his chair. Millie glared at the kid, slamming her hands down on the table and gesturing to Moxxie.

"That's my husband you're talkin' to!" Millie shouted. Eddie let out a laugh.

"That's your husband?!" Eddie asked. "I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad! And you two!" Eddie shouted, pointing at Loon and [Y/N]. Loona glared up at Eddie, [Y/N] also glaring at the kid.

"What? What about us?" She asked. Eddie smirked.

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person." Eddie said, crossing his arms and smirking. [Y/N] turned away, giving a dog like whine. Loona wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulders in comfort.

"Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit." Blitzo said. Everyone seemed to softly agree with Blitzo's statement. Loona, who was looking at her phone, perked up when she got a text from the client.

"Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all." Loona said.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Me?"

"Yup."

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?" Blitzo asked.

"That's what they're sayin'." Loona said with a smirk. Blitzo looked down. He then smirked and picked up his gun.

"Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God." Blitzo said. He shot Eddie straight through the heart, killing the boy.

~~~~~

Blitzo and Moxxie were kicking Eddie's corpse, Millie stabbing him, and Loona recording everything on her phone, while [Y/N] watched on, smiling. 

Y'know, folks? With this company, I really wanted to prove that we're capable of doing the same things anyone else can. Like killing people!

Blitzo and Moxxie were wearing full hazard gear, dismembering Eddie's body with a hacksaw and chainsaw respectively. The group by a dumpster putting Eddie's body parts in a garbage bag, Millie and Moxie looking at each other, smiling lovingly. 

 So, from us here at the Immediate Murder Professionals group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money... is gone and you're never getting it back, and you can write us a bad review but we'll play dumb to it, because it's Hell and no one fuckin' cares.

Blitzo wrapped the group up in a hug, [Y/N] to his right, Millie pressed against [Y/N] side, Moxxie in front of Blitzo, and Loona to Blitzo's left. 

"Y'know, even though this kid was a target... he's still a child. And it's important that we handle this going forward respectfully." Blitzo said, wrapping his tail around everyone lovingly. Everyone smiled at the Imp. 

Eddie's mother tearfully held up a bad drawing of her son. A male news reporter held a microphone up to her, looking disinterested. The headline on screen read, "Mom sucks at drawing own kid".

"Please! If anyone has seen my little Eddie, please contact us at--" Eddie's bloody body bag suddenly fell into her arms, cutting off her sentence. Eddie's mother and the news reporter looked up in shock as the camera followed their gaze. Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie looked down on them through a portal. Blitzo smiled and waved. 

"You're welcome!" He shouted. 

~~~~

//Here's the Pilot done! I wanted to make [Y/N]'s personality one where she is very happy go lucky, but she is extremely serious when the people she loves are in danger. You will see more of that in chapter 1. Please let me know what you think in the comments.//