Gotta tell the girls

You head back home. You don't have a job anymore, and AWIO's emergency leave is done for. You have no idea how you're going to survive, and also no idea if you can even claim unemployment.

You head into your apartment to have Molly greet you. "Hey Producer! You're home early."

Mazl still is not walking on her own yet, but some muscles and fat have begun to rebuild her broken down body. She looks at you from her spot on the couch. "Yeah, get back to work. Somebody's gotta feed me."

"Bad news, girls." You say. All eyes turn to you. "I was just let go from the Department of Redundancy Department. Seems how I handled Emily came back to bite me, and AWIO got involved."

"Fuck! Those god damn bastards!" Mazl exclaims. "Now you know why I hate them with every fiber of my being. If you don't play by their rules, it's get fucked! Grrr.." Mazl growls. She's scary. She'll be even more scary once she gets back to full strength and moving again. You remind yourself not to get on Mazl's bad side.

"So right now, I have enough money to cover us for the next month's rent and food. But beyond that? To put it your way, Mazl, yeah. We're fucked." You reply. "I could try to claim unemployment, but they likely have their claws in that portion of government as well. Won't hurt though, worst that will happen is they will reject my application."

"We could always get some jobs, Producer. I don't mind selling my honey or performing for money. We could even open a tavern of just monster girlz!" Molly says.

"We can't open a monster girl restaurant without AWIO's blessing. And that's something I can't get anytime soon. And we shouldn't have to resort to menial labor. That's exactly the type of shit that would get my ex wife off. I can imagine her laughter and lecture now." You shiver and Molly comes to hug you.

"We're all here for you, Producer." Molly says.

"Husband." Mazl seconds. "You are the one who helped me get my act together. Now it is my turn to help you get your fucking shit together. We don't need the god damn AWIO. You have a very marketable skill. Molly is a professional musician. Wanna know something?" Mazl asks.

An air of suspense is heard throughout the room. "I can play the drums. I'll learn. We'll be the Monsters of Rock and take the stage by storm. Call up that Josh fellow. Take on his music contract. And guess what? When you have his attention? Slip him your resume. Tell him you're on the market and are ready to work."