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.

"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?" OH MOXXIE / HELLUVA BOSS PARODIA / Italian Version

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. By the time they reached the finale—a soaring