From the office inside, a loud crash preceded Blitzø’s grand entrance. He was wearing a mustache that looked suspiciously like a dead cat taped to his lip and was draped in a silk cape.
He sang of sniper rifles and heartbreak, of poisons and pasta, his gestures becoming more operatic with every verse. Millie joined in, her harmony adding a violent edge to the beautiful melody. Even Loona looked up from her phone for a split second, unimpressed but not actively Hating it. OH MOXXIE / HELLUVA BOSS PARODIA / Italian Version
"Senti, amore mio," Moxxie began to sing, his voice transitioning into a surprisingly soulful tenor. "Il lavoro è sporco, ma il cuore è puro..." From the office inside, a loud crash preceded
"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!" Millie joined in, her harmony adding a violent
"Millie," he squeaked, his voice cracking. "I can’t do it. The cadence is all wrong! How am I supposed to sing about a gruesome assassination when every word sounds like I’m ordering a three-course meal in Tuscany?"