Hazbin Hotel

Husk:
Hey, boss? Can I have a word?

Alastor:
[annoyed] What is it?

Husk:
You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble- and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with, to come runnin' to you this time?

Alastor:
It's nothing I can't handle! Don't worry, Husker! [starts to walk away] Who in their right mind would cross me?

Husk:
I mean... [sighs] You've been gone a while. And it's not like anybody knows why-

Alastor:
They don't need to know! [ruffle's Husk's ears] And don't you worry your fuzzy head about it!

Husk:
[growls, swats Alastor's hand away] You may own my soul, but I ain't your fuckin' pet!

Alastor:
[chuckles, twists his head around to look at Husk upside down] But you aaaaare! [ turns away again]

Husk:
Big talk, for someone who's also on a leash.

[Alastor freezes; the lights in the hall go out, and his eyes become glowing radio dials]

Alastor:
[chuckles, distorted radio voice as he turns back around]... What did you say?

[A glowing green chain and collar form around Husk's neck, yanking him to the floor]

Husk:
Gah! Nothin'! I, uh- [the chain yanks, cutting him off. Alastor looms nearer, winding the chain around his radio cane and taking his demonic form as Husk backs away]

Alastor:
If you ever say that again... I will tear your soul apart, and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful WRETCH, who DARES to question me! [returns to his normal form and releases the chain as he looms over the terrified Husk]

Husk:
[quietly, shaking] Understood.

Alastor:
Lovely. [turns away, twirling his cane as vaudeville tunes play] Good talk, my good man! Always nice to catch up.