So that would make the hitman gig... what, some pitiful attempt to exert control over your life?
Is that what I.M.P. was all about, really? Did you get to tell yourself you were the one in control with every corpse you watched cooling on the ground? Did you see daddy dearest in the face of every mortal you sent to Hell for, what, a handful of pocket change?
To hear the others tell it, your business certainly wasn't doing well.
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Is that what I.M.P. was all about, really? Did you get to tell yourself you were the one in control with every corpse you watched cooling on the ground? Did you see daddy dearest in the face of every mortal you sent to Hell for, what, a handful of pocket change?
To hear the others tell it, your business certainly wasn't doing well.