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.

"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

Blitzø wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Beautiful. Stunning. Now, someone go clean up the mess. We still have to film the part where Moxxie gets hit with a giant wheel of parmesan." He sang of sniper rifles and heartbreak, of

Moxxie paced the balcony of the I.M.P. headquarters, the red sky of Pride Ring casting long, jagged shadows over his trembling hands. In his grip was a crumpled script, translated entirely into Italian, titled L’Opera del Delitto . "Millie," he squeaked, his voice cracking

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.

"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!"

"Senti, amore mio," Moxxie began to sing, his voice transitioning into a surprisingly soulful tenor. "Il lavoro è sporco, ma il cuore è puro..."