ALT Stolas is sitting at the office desk, holding a mug, his expression cold as he watches an imp talk to Blitz. The imp says, "I saw you on TV! You were INCREDIBLE!" Blitz basks in the praise. He replies, "Oh, yeah? Well I— I guess the camera HAS always loved me..." The other imp asks, "Are you hiring? PLEASE tell me there's an opening!" He rests his hand on Blitz's chest. Stolas is gripping the mug tight, his eye twitching. The imp says, "I'll do ANY position!" and Stolas sees red, crushing the mug. Stolas looks over at his hand, now bleeding. He says, "Ow..." Blitz whips his head around, yelling out, "STOLAS!" Blitz rushes to Stolas' side to bandage his hand. Stolas looks embarrassed and says, "Ah... How clumsy of me." Blitz insists, "It's not your fault!" Then he turns and shouts, "DAMMIT MOXXIE! I told you not to fucking buy those cheap-ass mugs!!" Blitz kisses Stolas' bandaged hand and asks, "Better?" Stolas replies, "Very much so." His grin smug as he looks toward the imp.