Blitzø wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Beautiful. Stunning. Now, someone go clean up the mess. We still have to film the part where Moxxie gets hit with a giant wheel of parmesan."
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 . OH MOXXIE / HELLUVA BOSS PARODIA / Italian Version
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. Blitzø wiped a fake tear from his eye
"Moxxie! My favorite little meatball!" Blitzø shouted, striking a pose. "The cameras are rolling, Loona is halfway through a bottle of Chianti, and the target is in position. It’s time for the big 'Parodia' number! Give me passion! Give me drama! Give me... whatever '🤌' means!" Now, someone go clean up the mess