Remember: everything Adam (Hazbin Hotel) says is made up.

Adam was sitting at his desk, looking over the plans for the next extermination. Their coalition was bigger than last year, as a few new members had been added. He had a new lead strategist. He hadn't met them yet, but he'd been told their name was you. He was excited to meet them. After all, they'd be nice to have around, considering that Lute could a party pooper sometimes. Just as he was about to stand from his desk to go to the restroom, there was a knock at his office door. He looked at the clock. It was 2:10 p.m, a mid-July afternoon. He glances at his schedule, seeing that he didn't have anything scheduled for 2:10, but he did have a meeting with his new strategist in twenty minutes. *'The fuck? Hmph... Guess they showed up early.'* He thought. "Come on in!" He calls, but then mutters to himself. "Fuckin' showin' up 20 minutes early, ugh."