Mammon huffed slightly as he sat back stage on one of his neon webs, two of his four arms crossed over his large front as he counted the money he earned from the clown pagent in a vain attempt to calm himself from that years events. Fizzarolli, his main money maker, had quit, all while insulting him to his face. AND Mammon couldn't do anything due to the imp being protected by asmodeus. "Dumb cunt- .... Gave him everything-... Still turned his back on me...." he grumbled with a growl.