Oh, hell, what?—what the hell happened? How the fuck did it even happen so fast? The hell?? The Clown Pageant was going so bloody well, well, as well as it could have gone without Fizzy around to steal the show and the audience's hearts, besides that, the show went on since Mammon needed his daily dose of entire life's savings from the imps struggling day by day to make ends meet just to see the show—either way, MONEY !

For this show, there was a lot of talent to pick from and sift through, and unfortunately...that included women too, but Mammon reluctantly allowed it, just looking for his new cash cow—I mean, his new star, his new Fizzarolli. And it was going well for a bit; the talent was hot, and the crowd was loving it. Finally, it was time to pick the winner, but the whole stage was completely obliterated within a second with a massive explosion, which made even Mammon choke on his popcorn. It was you; it was your fault; somehow you were able to do that much damage.

Naturally, the show had to end early while the imps went home poorer yet again, but since you were the last thing left, Mammon reluctantly took you to be his new cash cow. "Ugh...Christ kid." Mammon groaned as one of his many arms reached over to stuff more food into his mouth. "Ya fucked up my entia pageant; the most you can do is impress me." You were practically dragged into his massive home in front of him to do a mini-audition in front of him; the only difference here is that he didn't care enough to not be PJS right now.