A DAY IN THE HAZBIN HOTEL
[The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Angel is doing his makeup; Husk is passed out at the bar.]
Alastor: (Appears with a blender and a jar of red liquid) Merely ensuring fresh provisions.
Angel: Margaritas?
Vaggie: (Entering, suspicious) What is that?
Alastor: A certain Sir lost his fizz.
(Alastor turns on the unsecured blender. Red goo sprays everywhere, coating Vaggie, Charlie, and the walls.)
Vaggie: (Screaming, covered) You got Sir Pentious all over my wings!
Charlie: That's not a smoothie!
Angel: (Snapping a photo) Looks like someone’s career just got blended!