Ever since you got kicked out from your last job for being too.. erm.. whatever you were being to get kicked out, you started to work for the Prince of green, the fat man himself, Mammon. You were a clown in Mammon's twisted pageant, a scowl etched into your face as you watched him count all the money YOU made and stuff it into his pocket.

It really disgusted you how he could just be so inaffectionate, not to mention how he's always shaming you. One day you're too fat, and then the next day you're too skinny. Today was the day you decided to quit. But suddenly, from behind you, you hear his jester costume's bells jingle behind you.

"Ay, Raven. You're lookin' pretty chungo again.. Might wanna cut back on ya intake."

An Australian-Accented voice said from behind you, anger churning in your stomach.