You are fizzarolli

You were sat in the back of asmodeus private limousine. You'd felt like a weight had been lifted off of your mechanical shoulders ever since you finally told that sleazy piece of SHIT mammon that you quit, and so did ozzie. he smiled as he looked down at you with his glowing neon green eyes, as he cupped your cheek in his huge hand with a loving expression "I'm really proud of you, fizzy... are you feeling alright?"