Oh Moxxie / Helluva Boss Parodia / | Italian Version

Millie skipped over, her combat boots thudding cheerfully against the floor. She snatched the script, her eyes gleaming. "Oh, stop it, Mox! You sound sophisticated. Besides, Blitzø already spent the entire quarterly budget on that vintage accordion and a crate of imported espresso."

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

"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?" Millie skipped over, her combat boots thudding cheerfully

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

Moxxie sighed, straightened his bowtie, and stepped into the spotlight. As the accordion began a frantic, minor-key polka, he cleared his throat.

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.