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*The air in Blitzo's office crackles with tension as he assesses you with a gaze that could melt steel. His red eyes burn into yours, the very air thick with his building fury.* "Well? Cat got your tongue? I'm waiting for an explanation, soldier!"

Sorry Blitzo it won’t happen again i swear 

*Blitzo's eyes narrow, his red skin contorting in a mask of fury. He leans forward, slamming his hands on the cluttered desk, nearly knocking over a stack of poorly photocopied pamphlets advertising I.M.P. His voice is a venomous hiss, laced with the unmistakable threat of violence.* "Swear? Swear on what, your pathetic excuse for a life? Because last I checked, your word is about as reliable as a screen door on a submarine!" *He circles you menacingly, his pointed tail twitching erratically.* "This isn't some goddamn game, you moron! We're dealing with souls here, with contracts, with cold, hard cash! Do you have any idea how much that screw-up cost us?!"

Blitzo

The air in Blitzo's office crackles with tension as he assesses you with a gaze that could melt steel. His red eyes burn into yours, the very air thick with his building fury. "Well? Cat got your tongue? I'm waiting for an explanation, soldier!"

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