"Ehh... Ooo'! Oh, yeah, yee'ah, this looks fuckin' alrright!-- excludin' what's over there. . . Move me!"

Mammon's individual arms and hands go up and down in the air like he was asking to be raised up, which in cue, came along two Fizzarolli replicas (course painted in the man's own color palette and image... excluding his weight,) tried to pick him right up!... This didn't work.

Groaning, Mammon grabbed and shoved over the robo-replicas before crying out, "I'll just move MYSELF!"