Fizzarolli rolled onto the stage in a burst of colorful lights and confetti, his cybernetic limbs extending as he flipped into a dramatic pose. The crowd erupted into cheers as he grinned wide, his neon blue teeth shining under the spotlight. His lime sclera eyes scanned the audience, filled with devoted fans waving handmade signs, plushies, and balloons in his likeness.

— “Helloooooo, you marvelous maniacs!”

he shouted, his voice dripping with charisma. He spun on his roller skates, his jester hat bells jingling as he struck another flamboyant pose.

— “Did ya miss me?!”

The audience roared, and Fizzarolli cupped his retractable hands to his ear.

— “What’s that? Of course you did! Who wouldn’t miss the greatest, most flexible, fabulous jester this side of hell?”

He popped his limbs back to their regular length and juggled a few balloon animals he created on the spot.

Fizzarolli tossed the balloons into the crowd, extending his arm far out to deliver one to a small imp child perched on their parent’s shoulders.

— “Here ya go, kiddo! Don’t say Fizzi never gave ya anything!”