[The episode begins with a flashback, showing a giant stadium at the center of the Greed Ring where thousands of spectators are watching the stage at the front. Spotlights shine everywhere before green flames sprout at the stands.]
Announcer: (offscreen) Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!
[A giant sign pops up from the stands and makes a spinning slot motion like a slot machine before it stops to a jackpot, revealing the name of the sign: Mammon. The scene switches to the spectators all cheering on for the one demon to appear on stage. One of the spectators is the younger teenage Blitzo and Fizzarolli before the fire accident. The boys were all screaming and making applause for the most popular figure in Greed Ring.]
Announcer: (offscreen) The sin you all looove most - Mammon, King of Greeeed!
[In a rockstar entrance scene, Mammon slides on stage with a guitar pops up on stage with green fires and confetti bursting from behind him, wearing sunglasses.]
Mammon: Heya, implings! How're you little (honk) doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your...
[An explosion occurs on scene before his face gets a close-up.]
Mammon: ...shit lives!
[Like everyone else, Blitzo and Fizzarolli are having the time of their lives, screaming their lungs out.]
Crowd: Mammon, Mammon, Mammon!
Mammon: Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool *spins his guitar* shit for you'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?
[Although, Mammon could not hear Blitzo and Fizzarolli, they excitedly raise their hands up in hopes of getting picked by the King of Greed himself.]
Fizzarolli: I do, I do!
Blitzo: Me, me, me, me, me!
Mammon: Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant!
[Just as he was making the announcement, the camera scene pans out to reveal a giant sign behind Mammon that saids, "Mammon's Super Fucking Rad as Shit Clown Pageant" before more explosions bombed on stage with fireworks and confetti.]
Crowd: YEEEAAAHH!!
[The camera screenshot zooms in on Mammon up close.]
Mammon: You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!
[The camera pans out again with the sign that says: "It's Better" before arrows point at the sign. More fireworks and confetti exploded on the scene. The scene switched back to Mammon again.]
Mammon: Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there!
[He picks up an imp child with glasses.]
Mammon: A new chance to work with me, Mammon!
[As he was explaining this, Blitzo finds it very uncomfortable just by thinking about it, making a look of uncertain disgust while Fizz was staring at Mammon with bright eyes of admiration.]
Mammon: And be the new face of my clown-ish brand!
[He pulls the imp kid back like a rubber band before throwing him off-stage.]
Mammon: I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi- *catches himself*- u-um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy *nervous laughter* uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny.
Mammon: *pauses* ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand, YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!
[Switching to the two teenage boys, Fizz continues to look at Mammon with exciting admiration while Blitzo turns sour after realizing what a letdown Mammon was since he's trying to make a scam out of everyone in the crowd.]
Fizzarolli: Wow!
[Blitzo just heard Fizz and looks beside him with one eyebrow raised in surprise. The scene comes back to Mammon.]
Mammon: You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure. But it's not weird.
[He spots a random imp in the crowd and points at the one with glasses.]
Mammon: You're weird, you sick fuck! And, if you say it's exploitation, fuck you!
[As Mammon was going on ranting, the scene switches to the stage. The crowd was dead silent after hearing his complains.]
Mammon: It's not exploitation! If you think that then you're a dickhead.
[The camera makes a close up again.]
Mammon: Anyway, CLOWNS!
[As he finishes, shadowy figures of clowns and whatever kinds of demons appears behind him. The crowd was back to cheering, but the ones were at the front weren't so lucky as they were dogpiled by the shadowy clowns swarming all over them.]
Crowd: ALRIGHT! LET'S GO, YEEAAA-
[The scene changes to the aftermath of the rock-style concert showing from Mammon. The boys are walking down the street after the whole clown swarming fiasco in the stadium.]
Blitzo: Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns.
Fizzarolli: I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?
Blitzo: What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot.
Fizzarolli: It's not about that! It's getting to work with my idol.
[His eyes sparkling with admiration.]
Fizzarolli: I just love that he's giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He's an inspiration.
[While Fizzarolli was daydreaming, Blitzo was still having uncertainty of his friend's expectations.]
Blitzo: Well he's- definitely something alright. I mean, I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?
Fizzarolli: *laughs* So worth it!
[Unbeknownst to them, a stranger appears behind the light post, looking at them from behind like a creepy stalker before he scurries away like a raccoon.]
Fizzarolli: *sighs* Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard? - I think...
Blitzo: I think... if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything
[He grabs Fizz by the head and gives him a nuggy and laughs.]
Blitzo: -it'll be you, Fizz.
[As they were talking, the same stalker, suddenly appears in front of them under the light post shining on him.]
Burnie Burnz: Holy, shit! You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!!
[Fizzarolli is immediately creeped out by the sudden appearance of a crazed fan standing before him.]
Fizzarolli: (nervously) Oh- hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that.
[Fizzarolli and Blitzo finds it hard to ignore the crazed fan and walks past him to get away. Just as they were aheard, the crazed fan, zips past them to be in their way, stopping them from leaving.]
Fizzarolli: Woah- oh- okay.
Burnie Burnz: After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too!
[While Fizz was looking a bit nervous, Blitzo looked like he didn't care.]
Burnie Burnz: I'm really good!
[Fizz gives a nervous chuckle and heads toward him to give the fan a handshake as a sign of appreciation. Blitzo, on the otherhand, was scowling at the fan and somehow recognizes him.]
Blitzo: Hey, aren't you that creep who's always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms?
[As Fizz was about to give him a handshake suddenly stops, however, Burnie suddenly grabs hard on it and pulls Fizz up close to his face, completely oblivious to Blitzo's presence.]
Burnie Burnz: I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-
Blitzo: Dude, weird fuckin' pitch. Fuck off!
Burnie Burnz: I was talking to the clown, asshole!
[Burnie twists Fizzarolli around to face away from Blitzo so he can continue on with his crazy sexual obsession with him.]
Burnie Burnz: I'm sorry, Fizzie. I'm not normally so aggressive, I promise. I've just waited my whole life for an opportunity like this!
[Up close of the fanboy's glasses reflecting the anxiously nervous Fizz.]
Burnie Burns: With your fame, and my raw, undiscovered talent, I know we can-
Blitzo: Hey, shit-dick, beat it now or I'll make ya swallow your fangs!
[Blitzo has had enough of this creepy stalking moment and comes up to break it up. Burnie keeps on ranting as if Blitzo was not there.]
Burnie Burnz: Fizz! You don't want me to leave, right? Tell him you don't want me to go!
[Fizzarolli, now very uncomfortable about their encounter, decides to not deal with this anymore and pulls his hand back.]
Fizzarolli: I- uhm- We have to go now. Thanks, though!
[Fizz leaves the obsessed fanboy. Blitzo shove past him with one hand out of the way with a deadpanned look. Burnie realizes what has happened and holds his arm in a heartbroken pain and collapses to the ground in anguish.]
Burnie Burnz: Eugh! Fiiizz! FIZZAROLLIIII!
[Fizzarolli throws one nervous glance behind to Burnie before leaving with Blitzo.]
Burnie Burnz: Fine! Fuck you! You think you're better than me, you elitist prick? Your act's fucking trash anyways!
[The scene comes back to Blitzo and Fizz with Blitzo looking back with disgust.]
Blitzo: -Cheeeese and hot sauce Fizz, your fans are something else.
Fizzarolli: What if my acts are trash? What if I'm never good enough?
Blitzo: Hey, hey. Don't let one asshole get to you, 'kay? You're- you are plenty good enough.
Fizzarolli: But, I have to be perfect.
Blitzo: *groans* Do you?
Fizzarolli: I'll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I'll be good enough for M-
[The sweet tender moment between Blitzo and Fizzarolli was suddenly cut short by a TV static scene that blocked the entire thing before the scene apparently fixes itself to a flashforward, where an explosion occurs as Mammon reappears on screen.]
Mammon: It's me, Mammon! And I'm here to announce the amazing new brand -
[He showcases the new robotic android of the original Fizzarolli.]
Mammon: Fizzie! We got a Fizzie for every occasion!
[The commercial shows various Robo Fizzes that are branded for every purposes and skills such as one plushy that's being stomped on, as a fireman, a therapist, one waiting in a shopping line, as a doctor, one that was big and obese before deflating into being small and skinny, one where Hellhound kids were chewing on while fighting over it, one being used by a teen imp as a chair, three horny female imps licking and sucking on another one.]
Mammon: We got fluffy, toy Fizzie, fireman Fizzie, therapist Fizzie, wait in line for you Fizzie, doctor Fizzie: beeps every time it senses cancer! Fat Fizzie, skinny Fizzie, so many Fizzies! And if you wanna fuck 'em, you can! We got Fizzies for the kids, Fizzies for the teens, and Fizzies for you sick, fucking degenerate adults! We got 'em all! All based on my new face, Fizzieee!
[Mammon then brings up the adult Fizzarolli on camera. He appears to be nervously smiling with a bead of sweat on his forehead. He jabs a thumb to himself to show he's the one and only real Fizzarolli.]
Fizzarolli: That's me! *uncomfortable laughter*
Mammon: Buy yours now! Do it!
[The commercial scene zooms out with a giant "Buy" logo behind Mammon and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli makes one last nervous chuckle before the commercial explodes in the scene.]
[We cut back to the present, with Fizzarolli looking into his mirror, focused on a grey patch with a scar over his right eyebrow with great concern. He begins searching around the vanity area for something as Asmodeus stands behind the couch nearby.]
Fizzarolli: Oh, fuck. Mammon is gonna notice that. Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!
Asmodeus: This is the tenth year in a row you've done this supid pageant, Froggie. And you win everytime! How come you're always so dead set on this?
Fizzarolli: I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's- really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I- I gotta be perfect.
[Fizzarolli slumps into the couch as Asmodeus approaches him.]
Asmodeus: Fizz, you ain't perfect! Nobody is! How abooout, you sit this one out, and let someone else take the spotlight? You deserve a break. Or a vacation, where you don't have to fend off creeps the entire time.
Fizzarolli: *scoffs* I had to fend of creeps before the robots, I just have thirstier ones, now. Besides, I just- have to do this!
Asmodeus: *frowns* Lemme rephrase: I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same.
Fizzarolli: (frustrated) I just don't think about it, a toy is a toy! *calms down* Look, Ozz, I'm fine. Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He's been my idol since I was five, I can't just- not compete! I'd be letting him down! Th-the fans down!
Asmodeus: (bluntly) Mammon can eat my ass - in a bad way. Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has! He doesn't even do clown shit anymore.
[Asmodeus sees the dejected look on Fizzarolli's face and lets out a heavy sigh before handing him a small jar of foundation. (apparently he had it on him the entire time) Fizzarolli takes the jar and, while facing the mirror, applies some until the grey patch is gone.]
Asmodeus: I just don't want you doing all this for someone's approval. Sometimes heroes let you down.
Fizzarolli: I know, Ozz. But, this- i-is for me. I don't wanna lose.
[While watching Fizzarolli prepare for the contest, Asmodeus begins to think of something.]
[We cut to Blitzo, alone in his house. He is sitting on his couch in the dark while disgustingly eating cereal when his phone rings.]
Blitzo: (mouth full) Yello?
[We intercut between Blitzo in his house, watching a movie about horses making out and devouring a large block of cheese whole, and Asmodeus standing behind a curtain in front of Fizzarolli's dressing room, initially keeping an eye on Fizz before walking away to continue with his phone call.]
Asmodeus: - Is this- Fizz's former bestie, then lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitzo?
Blitzo: Ehn, that is a weird way to put it, but (proudly) eeyup, that's me.
Asmodeus: This is Asmodeus.
Blitzo: (surprised) Oh, shit. The big Ozz himself! Heh, is there a reason you're calling me on the weekend Your sin- sinness? Sinfulness? Sin- *stammering* Royal, big man?
Asmodeus: You've lived rent free in Fizz's head for years, so I can't help feel he values your take on things, i was gonna ask the kid next.
Blitzo: Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger opinions. Yeah like, like one time, he tried convincing me that juggling was cool, but it's only a little cool at best.
Asmodeus: Look, he's deadset on re-entering Greed's yearly clown pageant.
Blitzo: (sarcastically) Wow, big fucking surprise there.
Asmodeus: I was hoping to have some... backup in convincing him that this thing is a waste of time.
Blitzo: (confused) What? Why? Doesn't he always win?
Asmodeus: 'Cause Mammon is a selfish, manipulative, piece of shit! *calms down* And Fizz doesn't listen to me when I try to tell him that.
Blitzo: *considering* Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people's flaaaws... *smiling* Alright, count me in!
[he hangs up, and calls y/n.]
Blitzø: hey kiddo, wanna do a bodyguard job?
Y/n: *over the phone* hell yeah!
Blitzø: attagirl, bring adam with you
[Jump to the a circus tent in Greed as a crowd is gathered behind a blockage. A limousine arrives in front of the red carpet. Fizzarolli leaps out of the limo and greets the fans as they cheer him on.]
Fizzarolli: Hup- hup- Hey!
[Asmodeus steps out in his lowkey form while Blitzo, y/n and adam, dressed as bodyguards, as blitzø falls out and faceplants onto the ground adam helps y/n out.]
Blitzo: Fuck!
[Fizzarolli and Asmodeus walk down the red carpet and y/n and adam walk hand in hand, while Blitzo brushes himself off and then catches up with them, pulling out a gun.]
Crowd: We love you, Fizz! Yeah, baby, yeah!
Blitzo: Wow, I have not been to a crowded event in years.
Fizzarolli: (annoyed) Can you remind me why you're here, again? And why you brought the kid?
Asmodeus: I uuuh- invited him. To help you, with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can't be with you, I felt he'd be the next best thing. And i thought the kid should tag along, as a...reward for helping you.
Fizzarolli: (skeptical) they'd be the next best thing? Two kids and a lunatic?
Asmodeus: Well, he and the kid kept you safe when I wasn't able to, so I trust that.
[An imp child lets out a high-pitched laugh only for Blitzo to aim a gun at him. Asmodeus chuckles nervously.]
Fizzarolli: *whispering* Mmm-hmm. L'il sus, babe.
[Fizzarolli walks ahead as Asmodeus and Blitzo share a knowingly glance at each other. Blitzo nods and Asmodeus leaves the area. Blitzo catches up with Fizzarolli. Y/n and adam walk arm in arm, hugging close.]
Crowd: You're doing an awesome job, Fizzarolli!
Blitzo: Come on, it's just like old times. I'll make sure no one gives you shit, today.
Fizzarolli: You mean besides you?
[Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green explosion.]
Mammon: Aaay, there he is! *holds Fizzarolli's face by the jaw* Now, how's my bright, shiny, brand baby doing? Ready to reclaim your win another year? Yeah?
Fizzarolli: (muffled) You know it, Mammon sir.
Mammon: *puts Fizzarolli back down* Goooood. Cause, you know, I saw your competition, and it's pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra hard like- fixin' that posture.
[Fizzarolli straightens up.]
Mammon: Not gonna lie, you're looking a bit chungo, yeah?
[Mammon pats Fizzarolli's stomach in emphasize, causing Blitzo to remove his sunglasses in disbelief.]
Mammon: Maybe lose a few so we don't gotta make any more adjustments to the Fizzies. People like 'em skinny as FUCK.
Fizzarolli: (awkwardly) Oh- right, sir. Of course! I'll work on that. *ego deflates*
Blitzo: (appalled) What?!
Y/n: Excuse me?
[Blitzo and y/n approach Mammon and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli is nervous about introducing Mammon to Blitzo and y/n and starts to shake a little from the interaction.]
Mammon: Oh? And who's this dumpster-diver ya got here with ya? And this kid
Blitzo: (in a matter-of-fact tone) Hi, yes. Nice to meet you, I'm the one who saw through your fake-ass bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered, dick show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way.
Fizzarolli: (nervously) Haha- ha- ignore him, sir. He's uh- he's like this all the time. He thinks he's funny.
Blitzo: Offended.
Mammon: *smiling* Riiight, yeah. You can shut your (honk)-ass mouth, boy. (to Fizzarolli) I'll see you on stage! And don't forget to fuckin' smile Fizzarolli.
[Fizzarolli gives Mammon a big smile and a salute. Mammon steps closer to the tent.]
Mammon: The smile is the face people like to seeee froooom you!
[Mammon disappears in a puff of smoke.]
Blitzo: Wow, that guy sucks so hard.
Fizzarolli: (frustrated) Look, Blitzo, I don't know why Ozz brought you and the kids here, but can you at least not talk back to my boss?! I need this gig!
Blitzo: Why? Don't you have the world's best sugar daddy?
Fizzarolli: I just need it, okay?! *sighs then to himself* Smile inside and out.
[Fizzarolli walks further down the red carpet with a smile on his face while waving to the crowd as they cheer.]
Crowd: We love you, Fizz! We love you, Fill! We love you, Fizz! Ready for another win, Fizz?
Fizzarolli: Oh, pfft. Well, I don't wanna assume, but, as always, I have an act that's without a doubt gonna-
???: (in unison) -fucking lose!
[Fizzarolli stops and turns to see a fish demon stop in front of him. She flips her fin hair then moves to reveal her sister before they pose together. The crowd goes wild for the new addition: The Glam Sisters.]
Y/n: *whispers to adam* verosika 2.0
Fizzarolli: *gasps nervously* Oooh, fun. You gals gonna be competing as well? That's really nice.
[The girls continue posing as they speak.]
Glitz: You can shut up now you fugly imp.
Glam: Yeah, see we didn't come to chat, we came to win.
Y/n: *eye roll* oh no
Fizzarolli: Wow, what attractive attitudes you got.
Glitz: Like we care what your opinion is Fizza- *stops to think* uh...
Glam: *quickly responds* -rotty!
Glitz: (annoyed) Shut up, I was thinking of one!
Glam: (sassily) Should've been faster.
Glitz: Whore!
Glam: Slow-ass, bitch.
Y/n: is that the best you two can do? Come up with a lackluster nickname that's hardly offensive? What do you plan to do on stage, say sex jokes (because those are the only ones you know), strip and insult the crowd if they don't laugh?
Glitz: you think you're better than us?
Y/n: *scoff* i know so
Glam: you're wasting your breath, and our time. You're a teen, don't you have some fictional character to drool over?
Y/n: *nonchalant* don't you both have some porn to film?
[then y/n just glares as adam grabs her shoulders and moves her to the side.]
Adam: hey now, lets just calm down, they'll lose interest in this eventually...*smugly* once they find some guy to fuck.
Blitzo: You know, it's pretty telling that you snatches can't even keep your stupid mirror schtick together. It ain't cute.
Glitz: We don't need to.
Glam: We put our energy towards our performance.
Glitz: And winning Mammon's favor.
Fizzarolli: *smiling* Oh, well. I look forward to seeing what you do, and may the best clown w-
Glam Sisters: (in unison) We plan to.
[Glam laughs as Glitz flips off Fizzarolli. The sisters walk passed Blitzo and Fizzarolli into the tent.]
Fizzarolli: -win.
[Music starts.]
Blitzo: Aw, man. I didn't a rat's ass about this competition. But, Christ on a stick Fizz, pile drive those sluts.
[Fizzarolli begins to feel the pressure of the competition.]
[adam and y/n walk into the tent as the scene changes to inside the tent where a shark-shaped arena is housing the competition. All the contestants appear on stage as the crowd goes wild as y/n and adam are right in front of the stage. Mammon sits in a web at the very back, accompanied by two robo-fizzies, one of them fanning him. Mammon sinks his teeth into a chicken drumstick as the contest begins.]
Announcer: (offscreen) We've certainly got some quality up here tonight, folks. Will Mr. Ten years running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat?
[Fizzarolli preforms his juggling act on a unicycle but ends up with the balls bouncing off of his head as they cheer.]
♪ Juggling, it's objectively cool ♪
♪ Our returning champ is nobody's fool ♪
♪ But, what's this? ♪
[The Glam sisters above him are on a tightwire. Glitz is sitting on a unicycle pedaling while holding up Glam, who is upside down and juggling the balls with her feet. Glam lets the balls fall, landing on Glitz's knee as she balances them perfectly.]
♪ The twins bring it up to the wire ♪
[The girls are then lit on fire as they glare smugly.]
♪ Also, they're on fire ♪
♪ Points for style (Points for style) ♪
♪ The crowd goes wild (Crowd goes wild) ♪
[The scoreboard changes, putting Glitz and Glam in the lead with 123 points. Trailing behind is Fizzarolli with 115.]
♪ It's the pie gag and the twins want a taste, ♪
[Glitz and Glam smile to the audience as they pick up a pie with one hand and hold each other's free hand.]
♪ But, what's this? ♪
[The sisters prepare to shove a pie in their face when Fizzarolli appears in between them to take the hit. Glitz and Glam glare angrily as Fizzarolli sits down in a chair nearby then poses as a pile of pies drop on top of him. He kicks as a leg upward and the residue of pie lands on the girls' heads.]
♪ It's Fizz in the face ♪
♪ He takes the cake and he eats it, too ♪
♪ He's hungry to win, and he's covered in goo ♪
♪ That's point for cream the crowd screams ♪
[The scoreboard changes again, putting Fizzarolli in the lead with 375. Glitz and Glam trail behind with 327 points.]
♪ Ba-ba-ballons, he's pumping them out ♪
[Fizzarolli blows up seven balloons then twists them together to make an image of Mammon's head as he drops one and adam finds it and makes a balloon flower for y/n.]
♪ From where I'm sittin' you can hear the crowd ♪
[The Glam Sisters appear, holding a crown made out of balloons.]
♪ Not give a shit cause the twins are here ♪
[Glitz and Glam place their crown on top of Fizzarolli's Mammon face, stunning him. Mammon laughs impressed with the action.]
♪ They're full of sin and they're here to win ♪
[The scoreboard changes, once again, this time tying Fizzarolli and the Glam Sisters for first place with 666 points each. Glitz and Glam grin maliciously as they glare at a nervous Fizzarolli.]
♪ Holy, moly! Things are not looking good for Fizz-a-rolli ♪
[The crowd cheers as Mammon appears on stage.]
Mammon: And, now, you c****, we are down to our clowny finalists.
Crowd: Mammon! Mammon!
[The spotlight from behind Mammon blinds a topless fan, who is sitting on the shoulders of another imp and holding a sign that says "Charge Me Mammon" and her credit card number. She falls backward into the crowd. Mammon rushes over and holds up Fizzarolli.]
Mammon: My very own pride and joy, the marketable son I never had, Fizzarolli! And the surprisingly funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements:
[Mammon drops Fizzarolli as he approaches the other finalists, Glitz and Glam.]
Mammon: The Glam Sisters!
[Glitz and Glam pose with Mammon. Fizzarolli puts on a forced smile for the audience before Mammon pulls him over.]
Mammon: Now, we're gonna have a quick meet 'n greet with our finalists...
Mammon: So, fork it over, kiddies! You know it's worth it! (maniacal laughter)
[Mammon laughs maniacally as he takes the large bags of money from the guests before pushing and kicking them into the area. He then notices that someone put lint and a coin and a paperclip in his hand and frowns unimpressed. The poor imp child eagerly stands in front of him until Mammon snaps his fingers and a minion places a "Poor Sap" bag over his head and takes him away, y/n sees another kid who was counting money but didn't have enough so she hands him the money and he smiles and runs to the line.]
[Inside the "Meet 'N Greet" area, Glitz and Glam are posing for pictures while preforming some acrobatic tricks. Fizzarolli, hiding behind a cardboard cutout of himself, quietly approaches Mammon at the entrance.]
Fizzarolli: Hey, Mammon, uh- I may not be uh- i-in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now. Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?
Mammon: *still collecting money* Psh, of course not.
Fizzarolli: I just really don't think that I'm really--
[Mammon picks up Fizzarolli by the face, muffling any explanations.]
Mammon: Aaaw, come on, Fizzie, my boy. Don't you wanna do this for your fans? Listen to them!
[A crowd of rabid fans are waiting to meet Fizzarolli, including a giant hairless dog demon.]
Mammon: They're dying to meet you! Dying to see your little Fizzie face! You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the impression, the more they'll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck! Don't you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!
Fizzarolli: Uhhh... I mean, *stammering* no, not really, actually.
Mammon: Fizzie, I-I'm not gonna lie, I want that. *holds Fizzarolli close to him, tightly* So, come on, just do this one thing for me.
Fizzarolli: (muffled) Okay, sir.
Mammon: (excitedly) Aw, you're a bloody legend, Fizzie! They're gonna wanna fuck you, *hugs Fizzarolli tightly again* like you're fucking my heart with joooy right now! Now get out there and make me proud, *puts Fizzarolli back down and pinches his cheek* you stupid, little c***.
[Mammon disappears in a burst of smoke. Fizzarolli coughs as Blitzo appears nearby, hanging from the ceiling by a cord attached to his belt. Blitzo, however, is unable to get himself rightside up.]
Blitzo: Wow, Fizz, you let him talk to you like that? You got some kinda secret kink I should know about or something?
Fizzarolli: It's just how he is.
Blitzo: I mean. Shit, if he talked to me that way--
Fizzarolli: *groans* Ugh, it's fine.
[Fizzarolli walks over to meet his fans.]
Fizzarolli: Heya, folks! Where ya from?
[One fan flashes her breasts at Fizzarolli.]
Fizzarolli: Oh! Lust, love it there, obviously. Wet Dreamsville, hah! *signs books, toys, and even a hellhound's chest* Best pharmacies in Hell! Ragesburg well, (southern accent) Nice to meet cha, partner. Ha ha, I don't do accents. Fun! *hugs two fans* Ah, nice to meet you, too! *stands in front of crowd* Thank you so much for coming to the show.
Crowd: We love you, Fizz! *chanting* Fizz! Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!
[Fizzarolli frowns solemnly until he notices a young imp holding a pen and piece of paper waving happily at him, its the same boy y/n helped as he then puts the pen and paper under his arm as he speaks to Fizz through sign language.]
Kid: Fizzarolli! I'm a big fan! (F-CLOWN! I BIG ADMIRE-PERSON!)
[Fizzarolli blinks twice before smiling.]
Fizzarolli: Come on over here. (COME)
[The kid rushes over and opens up his paper. Fizzarolli happily signs it and gives it to the kid, who smiles happily.]
Kid: I want to be a clown just like you. (CLOWN SAME)
Fizzarolli: You can do anything you want to do. (IF WANT CAN WORK)
Fizzarolli: I hope you're excited for the biiig finale!
???: Boo! Boo! Sellout piece of shit!
[The crowd looks around confused, wondering where the booing was coming from. Fizzarolli gestures the kid to head back into the crowd.]
Fizzarolli: (nervously) Uh- wh- c-come again?
???: Ughh, your act is such fucking trash; always has been.
[The "fan" climbs up behind the back of the crowd, revealing himself as Burnie Burnz, the imp stalker obsessed with Fizzarolli all those years ago.]
Burnie Burnz: Except! now, I have to see your smug face plastered on everything, everywhere! And, you can read all about it on my review blog: fuck-Fizz-but-not-in-a-sexy-way dot-compainer, dot-com, dot-org, dot-gov.
[Burnie falls back into the crowd having lost his balance. Fizzarolli shifts nervously at the reunion.]
Fizzarolli: Hah, well. Anyway, folks, heh--
[Burnie reappears, having crawled his way to the front of the crowd.]
Burnie Burnz: You're not even a clown anymore. All you do is work at that *turns around as he stomps his foot, dramatically* overpriced, sleaze joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us through the same tired, old routine.
[Blitzo watches through his sniper scope as Burnie begins to approach Fizzarolli, forcing the performer back before recognizing him.]
Burnie Burnz: Is there a single, original idea in that head?
[Fizzarolli finds himself literally backed into a wall with no way out.]
Fizzarolli: (nervousness turning to panic) I uh- uh- uuuh- *shaky laugh*
Burnie Burnz: *towering over Fizzarolli* You fucking suck, and so do your products. Your sex-bots can't even get me off right, you know-
[Blitzo lands in front of Burnie and aims his sniper rifle at him. Burnie tries to turn the other way but y/n as blocking the exit so he freezes with his hands up, but it does nothing to stop him from talking.]
Burnie Burnz: What? Still think you're too good to even talk to me? Still gotta get this chump to stand in for you? And a kid? You're fucking pathetic. (passionately) To think, what we could've been together...
[Burnie fantasizes himself and Fizzarolli holding hands and happily skipping through a meadow, before shifting to a ramp where Burnie wears a crown and cape as if he was a king, holding a chain attached to the neck of Fizzarolli, wearing a latex stripper suit happily kneeling down on all fours.]
Burnie Burnz: (furiously) ...if you hadn't been too up your own ass to listen--
[Blitzo aims the gun forcefully at Burnie.]
Blitzo: Yeah, one more word out of you, Twat-stain, Imma blow your head clean open in front of all these fucking kids.
Y/n: and don't try to run either
[Blitzo stops and looks back when he hears Fizzarolli hyperventilating. Poor Fizzarolli is clearly beginning to have a panic attack. Blitzo's worry turns to rage as Burnie begins the laugh maniacally. Blitzo slams the hilt of his gun into his face, knocking him down. Burnie's face is now bloodied and bruised with one of the lenses of his glasses is cracked.]
Burnie Burns: You're not done with me, Fizzarolli.
[Burnie runs back into the crowd and disappears. As Fizzarolli continues to hyperventilate, Blitzo and y/n rush over and catch him when he collapses.]
Blitzo: Hey, hey- Woah, woah, you good?
[Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green smoke, throws Blitzo and y/n aside and holds up Fizzarolli.]
Mammon: Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizzie?
[Fizzarolli looks up at Mammon, who glares at him, threateningly.]
Fizzarolli: Yeah- yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm- I'm fine, yeah, heh.
[Mammon looks Fizzarolli over and smiles.]
Mammon: Tell you what: I'll let the hotties go on before ya, give ya some time to get your shit together. (quietly, but menacingly) Get your shit together, Fizzie. You're a bloody legend. *yelling enthusiastically* You're a bloody legend, ya bitch!
[Mammon spins Fizzarolli, and sends him toward the backstage entrance. Fizzarolli catches his breath, still shaken from the ambush. Blitzo rushes back over, still concerned for Fizzarolli.]
Blitzo: Oh, shit. That guy got to you, didn't he? You know you don't have to-
Fizzarolli: I do, Blitzo. I do.
[Fizzarolli walks over to the stage as Blitzo rushes after him.]
Blitzo: Fucking hell, Fizz this is stupid. That clown shit is not this important.
Fizzarolli: This job is! Without it I'll lose-
Glam Sisters: Everything!
[The Glam Sisters laugh evilly as they step through the backstage door, their eyes shine brightly through the dark before fading.]
Blitzo: Seriously that guy is a fucking dick, and he's using you for everything, cause you're likable, and he's a fucking trash fire.
Fizzarolli: No, he's not! He's just trying to make me good enough.
Blitzo: Good enough for what?
Y/n: is being the only idea mammon has and becoming a literal sex toy really good enough?
[The crowd settles down in their seats as the lights in the arena dim. Pop music plays as Glitz appears inside a spiral whirlpool before cutting through it with her hand, beginning the song.]
Glam: ♪ Get ready for the new look ♪
♪ New rhythm and a new hook ♪
♪ Not here to cuddle ♪
♪ more like leave you in a puddle ♪
[Glam's arms move from two to four as Glitz appears from behind her in unison.]
Glam: ♪ Little double trouble got ya boy shook ♪
Glitz: ♪ Ha, ha, here's the sitch' ♪ *rapping* ♪ Feed sin with ya taxes ♪
♪ Greedy greed wins where the cash is ♪
♪ Wanna sell my funny, slutty body to the masses ♪
Glam Sisters: ♪ Feelin' lonely on a Saturday night ♪
♪ Well, money can't buy happiness ♪
♪ But, it can rent you paradise ♪
[The spotlight changes to neon lights. The twins begin to float above the stage, rotating in a circle formation.]
♪ Give in to temptation ♪
♪ Take your time I'll be patient ♪
♪ Be my little piggy let me ♪
♪ scratch your dirty itch ♪
[The Glam Sisters sprout wings from their back, preforming aerobatic moves as they continue singing. Fizzarolli watches, afraid that they may actually win the pageant as y/n looks at him and whispers.]
Y/n: *whispering* even if you lose you're still adam and i's favorite clown
Glam Sisters: ♪ I'm a klown, bitch ♪
♪ Fix up your frown, bitch ♪
♪ Gimme the crown, bitch ♪
♪ You hear that sound ♪
♪ You're goin' down ♪
[Fizzarolli tearfully runs away from the backstage, passing Blitz, y/n and adam. The twins hold each other as they lean back. Water pours on them and they lean upright again, flipping their fin hair for the audience and smiling.]
♪ Cause I'm a klown, bitch ♪
Glam Sisters: (offscreen) ♪ Get ready for a- ♪♪
[Back with Fizzarolli, he enters his dressing room hyperventilating and slams the door behind him. He heads over to his makeup desk and looks at his reflection in the mirror.]
Fizzarolli: *heavy breathing* O-Okay, Fizz. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. It's okay, it's fine. You have a show to do soon, it's fine.
[Fizzarolli wipes sweat off his forehead and looks at his hand. white makeup was on it. He looks in horror to see that the scar above his left eye was now visible.]
Fizzarolli: *gasps* Oh- oh no, oh- no, no, no, no. *strained* No, no *hyperventilating*
[Fizzarolli gets a makeup brush and tries to apply it to the scratch, but his hands are shaking rapidly. he then gets up a heart-shaped make up kit with Ozzie's name on it. He opens it up to reveal a heart shaped mirror.]
Fizzarolli: It's okay, you're fine. You need to be fine.
Asmodeus: *appears in through dressing room door* Fizz! Are you okay?
Fizzarolli: *turning to Asmodeus* Why does everyone keep asking me that?? You shouldn't be here, Asmodeus. I'm fine, please!
[Asmodeus tries to enter the room, but due to his tremendous size, it made him halfway stuck in the door. So, with a snap of his fingers, he shrank down to a smaller size, allowing him to enter the room and up to Fizzarolli.]
Asmodeus: Come on, Froggie...
Fizzarolli: I'm fine! I'm fine! Just needed a minute!
Asmodeus: You aren't okay, you're shaking.
Fizzarolli: Ozz, I'm about to go on for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare.
Asmodeus: Fizz, come on! I'm trying to talk to you, you can't force yourself to-
Fizzarolli: Ozz, I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I'm still good at this. That it's not over! That I'm still good enough! It's not just Mammon. I'm fine. I just... need to be better.
Asmodeus: You think you need to be this perfect, model performer, but that's because Mammon is always forcing that image onto you!
Fizzarolli: But, everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I have security. I have you. Without Mammon I wouldn't be... I wouldn't have... I just... I have to win this.
Asmodeus: Fizzie...
Fizzarolli: I don't want to lose. Because I feel like if I lose this, I lose you.
Asmodeus: *scoffs* How would you lose me? Come on, Froggie.
Fizzarolli: You're with me because of who I am at my best! I'm barely worthy of working with a King of Sin cuz' *removes jester cap to reveal broken horns* THIS IS WHO I AM! Without all this, I'm just nothing, and Mammon made me this. I owe it all to him.
Asmodeus: Fizz, Mammon didn't do shit. You already were this. You'd be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience. And... you're just the cutest little thing alive. Also, you are a waaaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat's just facts.
Fizzarolli: It's... It's hard, you know? To t-trust that. I... I just... I love you so much, Ozzie.
Asmodeus: And, I love you, too, Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not.
Fizzarolli: Well, I kinda spent my whole warmup having a panic attack, haha.
Asmodeus: ♪ Crooked horn, crooked grin. ♪
[Fizzarolli walks away, a small smirk on his face.]
♪ You're a crooked, horny, ♪
♪ Freaky, little joker. ♪
Fizzarolli: ♪ You're a Deadly...Sin. ♪
Asmodeus: ♪ And I don't wanna hear another goddamn word about ♪
♪ "Win, win, win." ♪
[Fizzarolli puts his hat back on, and Asmodeus takes his hands as they ballet across the room.]
Asmodeus: ♪ Oh, oh, oh, I think you're messy, ♪
♪ But, I'm messy, too. ♪
*guitar strumming* ♪ No, no, no, I wouldn't clean a thing ♪
♪ When I ended up with you. ♪
[Fizzarolli walks away for a moment, an expression of doubt and sorrow on his face.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I don't know you waste your time on me ♪
Asmodeus: ♪ Baby, all I got is time. ♪
Fizzarolli: ♪ When there's so much I'll never be. ♪
Asmodeus: *Laughs* ♪ Holy, shit! ♪
[Asmodeus holds his hand as the two then stare each other straight in the eye.]
Asmodeus: ♪ Babe, there's so much you can't see. ♪
Fizzarolli: ♪ What can't I see? ♪
[Asmodeus and Fizzarolli then resume their dancing as they then duet together.]
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli: ♪ Oh, oh, ♪
Asmodeus: ♪ You're a broken record, ♪
♪ Don't you ever shut your crooked little lips? ♪
Fizzarolli: What do you want me to do with my lips? Heh-heh.
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli: ♪ Oh, oh, oh you sure are lucky ♪
♪ You make my crooked heart do ♪
♪ Freaky, little flips. ♪
Asmodeus: ♪ You make my crooked heart do ♪
♪ "Froggie" little flips. ♪
Fizzarolli: Ribbit. *laughs*
[Fizzarolli sighs happily. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli lean in and share a loving kiss. Suddenly is kicked open by Burnie, who is holding onto a knife.]
Burnie Burnz: You're gonna listen to me now, BITCH!
[Suddenly, Burnie's head explodes, leaving only the outer layer remaining before falling to the floor. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli stare at the newly dead stalker before looking over to the wall where the bullet responsible now resides. The vanity mirror splits into two even pieces, marking where the bullet flew between them.]
Blitzo: Oh, so you two are an item?
[He glares intensely before nonchalantly polishing his gun and puts back on sunglasses.]
Blitzo: Well, congratulations, you fucking hypocrites.
[Meanwhile, Mammon is dealing with a booing audience, who want Fizz to perform.]
Mammon: Uuuh- D-Don't worry, folks. I-I'm sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance.
[Suddenly there's an explosion, and Fizzarolli appears on stage, before an audience who then cheers and claps. Satisfied, Mammon disappears and reappears back in his webbed seat and his Robo Fizzes. The smoke reveals a propped set with Fizzarolli at the deck. He puffs a cigarette then blows smoke in the air for dramatic effect, then the music starts.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have wasted time. ♪
♪ I have seen my use. ♪
[Fizzarolli stands up and walks across the set, passing by four photos showing Mammon's abuse toward Fizzarolli.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have packaged and sold every part of me! ♪
♪ Suffered a lifetime of abuse. ♪
[Fizzarolli grabs a bottle of booze to drink, only to find that it is already empty.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have lost myself. ♪
[He throws it away and falls to his knees toward Mammon's spot in the audience.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have worshipped at your feet. ♪
[He then picks himself back up and gestures toward the Glam Sisters, who are watching from behind the curtain.]
♪ And here I am standing on top of the world ♪
♪ with some bitches to defeat. ♪
[The spotlight shines on the sisters. They flip Fizzarolli off before closing the curtain behind them. An upbeat turn begins to play as the initial set is removed from the stage.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I've played the game, I've won it all. ♪
[As he walks forward, Fizzarolli gestures to the cheering crowd then to a hellhound who lowers his Fizzie to give him a blowjob.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ They've screamed my name, ♪
♪ they bought the doll. ♪
♪ I've seized the day, ♪
[Fizzarolli looks down at his shirt and rips the sleeves off of it.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ now I've got one thing left to say-ay-ay, ♪
♪ Fuck you! ♪
[The stage lights up as pyro effects spell "Fuck You" overhead.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Here's my two minutes notice, fuck you! ♪
[Fizzarolli hops onto a ball, rolling across the stage and bounces it into the air to flip off Mammon again, landing on a second ball.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Time to quit and smell the roses. ♪
[He pulls a giant bouquet of flowers out of his shirt and tosses it to the audience.]
Fizzarolli ♪ Say goodbye, ♪
[A few fans run away to avoid being crushed underneath it as adam catches the fallen ones and makes a crown for y/n. He then leaps off the balls and lands back on the stage with a middle finger raised at Mammon again.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ While I look you the in eye and say, fuck you! ♪
[Mammon sits back in his web munching on popcorn as a small portal begins to open up beside him.]
Mammon: Interesting song. I wonder what fuckin' this is about.
Fizzarolli: ♪ Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity fuckity you! ♪
Asmodeus: It's about you.
Mammon: Wait, what?
[Asmodeus vanishes back inside the portal just as Mammon looks around, wondering who was talking to him.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Fuck you! ♪
[Fizzarolli continues his performance with a light show, displaying more on how Mammon had been treating him.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have taken shit. ♪
[A giant silhouette of Mammon crushes Fizzarolli under its foot.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Been crushed under your heel. ♪
[Mammon merely spits out his popcorn and laughs, not understanding the meaning of the message. Fizzarolli is then pulled up by wires on his cufflinks, spinning him around until he was disoriented.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I have suffered for profit ♪
♪ and suckered for fame, ♪
♪ made a fortune you could steal. ♪
[Fizzarolli rips the cufflinks off of his wrists and lands back on the stage.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I've had enough, I've hit the wall. ♪
[He suddenly gets a phone call from Mammon (nicknamed as "Master") but ignores the call and tosses the phone behind him.]
♪ I'm tired of taking your calls. ♪
[Fizzarolli lights a match and air writes "Fuck You" with the flames above him.]
♪ It ends today, ♪
♪ Now, there's just one last thing to say-ay-ay, ♪
♪ Fuck you! ♪
[Asmodeus sets a baton on fire using his breath and tosses it to Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you! ♪
[Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again. He tosses the baton into the air and spins around, ripping off the bottom of his shirt to show off his midriff and poses seductively and catches the baton with his mouth, catching Asmodeus off guard.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Cut you off, just like a tumor! ♪
[He spins the baton and flips off Mammon once more, emphasizing his wish for Mammon's death.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Hope you die, ♪
[He turns his rear to the camera and pats it as the camera zooms in.]
♪ Kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck, fuck you! ♪
[Asmodeus smiles fondly at Fizzirolli. He then suddenly looks down and covers his lower half with the curtain while smiling sheepishly. Fizzarolli jumps into the audience to amp up the crowd.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Have you ever felt sick and tired ♪
♪ of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin' ♪
♪ Eatin' shit for a boss that you're sick of obeyin' ♪
[he grabs y/n and twirls her around, pushing her into adam, resulting in a blush from the latter.]
♪ If you ever felt the same let me hear ya say it!
[Fizzarolli jumps back on stage and guides the audience to sing along with him.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ (with ensemble) ♪ Did you really think I was gonna stay? ♪
♪ Spending life bent over with your fist in my "a". ♪
[Some of the crowd stops singing and look on confused. Fizzarolli runs up a lit set of steps onto a coffin prop at the top. Fizzarolli stands at the edge before falling inside while in a coffin pose.]
Fizzarolli: (with ensemble) ♪ Slander me, say I'll never work in this town, ♪
♪ If I stick around I'll be six more feet under the ground! ♪
[Fizzarolli springs out of the coffin prop and swings around on the trapeze ropes above the stage.]
Ensemble: ♪ (Fuck you!) ♪
Fizzarolli: ♪ Wo-oh-oh! ♪
Ensemble: ♪ Here's my two minute's notice, fuck you! ♪
Fizzarolli: ♪ Suck it, greedy bastard! ♪
♪ You're a fucking, ass clown! ♪
Fizzarolli: (with ensemble) ♪ Time to quit and smell the roses! ♪
♪ Say goodbye, ♪
♪ too late to apologize! ♪
[While swinging around, Fizzarolli notices the hellhound from before humping his leg. The hellhound is then shot by Blitzo, from the roof of the stage.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ So, this is it ♪
[Fizzarolli lands back on the steps. He pushes the coffin prop over then calls out Mammon.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Mammon, you sad sack of shit, ♪
[The audience stops singing along and look up at Mammon. Mammon, actually getting the message, surges with electricity in anger as Fizzarolli finishes out the song.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ Fuck yooouuuu! ♪
[Signs rise behind Fizzarolli with different ways to say and spell out "Fuck You" along with the audience chanting the words.]
Fizzarolli: ♪ You bitch! ♪
♪ Yeah! ♪
[The crowd erupts with applause as Mammon angrily pushes over the Robo Fizz applauding and grabs the bag of popcorn from the second Robo Fizz to eat while brooding. Fizzarolli looks over at Asmodeus, who gives him an encouraging thumbs up, and then walks toward the audience.]
Fizzarolli: Thank you all so much. You know, it's always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing. And I'm so glad to bring you all one, last show.
[As he speaks, he looks to see the young imp from earlier waving to him. Fizzarolli signs "Thank you" to him, which makes him smile.]
Fizzarolli: Cuz' now... I quit!
[Fizzarolli drops the microphone and walks away, leaving the audience gasping in shock and confusion. Mammon stares wide eyed before spitting chewed up popcorn at the drag Robo Fizz.]
Mammon: WHAT?!
[Mammon disappears in green smoke, and then appears right in front of Fizzarolli as he walks away, holding his scepter up to his throat.]
Mammon: QUIT?! You miserable piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!
Fizzarolli: *pushes scepter away* I mean, I quit. *Walks around him* I'm done. (Australian accent) G'day, mate!
[As he mocked his former boss, Fizzarolli gave Mammon the double bird as he stretches away, his arms following after a second of staying in Mammon's face. Mammon growls in fury before six eyes appear above his standard ones. he then snarls before shouting, and then exploding in a puff of green smoke. Fizzarolli looks behind him, to see an enormous golden spider leg with a brown tip slam just inches away from him, Asmodeus watching behind the curtain.]
Asmodeus: Oh, that motherfucker.
[The spider leg backs away, cracking the ground as it did so. From the smoke revealed a green cocoon that splits apart.]
Mammon: YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!
[From the cocoon, burst out Mammon in his spider demon form. he roars loudly and furiously as he looks down at Fizzaroli who stands his ground scowling confidently as Mammon leans forward into his face.]
Mammon: I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN MY IMAGE! I RAISED YOU LIKE THE SON I DIDN'T WANT!
[Mammon points at Fizzarolli, but the latter slaps his hand away and stares him down without fear, crossing his arms confidently. Mammon stares back in rage, but then notices a giant seal behind Fizzarolli, and suddenly there's a burst of flame, followed by Asmodeus roaring in his demonic form.]
Asmodeus: (demonic voice) You'd better back the fuck up, Mamm.
Wally Wackford: Ho-ly shit! I say, I say.
Mammon: Ha-ha, hooo. Look who's acting like a big fuckin' hero. *gets up close to Asmodeus* Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn't want your little secret getting out, would we?
Asmodeus: I don't care anymore!
Fizzarolli: Ozz?
Mammon: Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone here that you-
Asmodeus: What? That I love him? Well, I do!
Audience: *Fangirling* I knew it, I knew it!
[Mammon stares at surprise as, instead of laughing at them, everyone immediately went down to their phones, all overlapping each other as they texted and memed, all while saying "i knew it". Mammon just looks down blankly scratching his head in confusion and embarrassment.]
Mammon: Oh... uh, shit, ah, you dirty bitch. *slithers around Asmodeus and Fizzarolli* You are gonna regret revealing that, Ozz.
[Mammon chuckles confidently as he crawls up to Fizzarolli's face and snorts green smoke. As he keeps laughing, Mammon provokes an implosion around him, causing a huge cloud of green smoke to ingulf the circus tent; everyone screams as everything seems to crumble around them. Adam grabs y/n's waist and pulls her witth him, dodging all the debris as a large metal scrap covers both sides of them. When the cloud dissipates, Asmodeus is hugging Fizzarolli to himself to protect him, and once he sees him safe, the two start hugging each other, as the metal falls from both sides showing an unharmed adam and y/n hugging each other. from behind the curtain, Glitz and Glam lie there, Glitz on top of Glam, before Glitz gets up.]
Glitz: So, does that mean we win?
[Glam gets up as well, and they both look confidently at each other, before a wooden plank falls on top of the two.]
Glitz & Glam: ACK!
[Cut to the limousine driving away, running over a photo with Mammon and Fizzarolli. Inside it, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli still act as lovey-dovey, Blitzo while y/n sits on adam's lap, asleep being squished between Asmodeus and the left wall of the limo.]
Blitzo: So, uhm, who tops?
[Fizzarolli groans as Asmodeus grins at the former as asmodeus looks to adam.]
Asmodeus: you better keep that one, she's done a lot.