Fizzarolli swallowed as he listened to Mammon berate him over the phone. He sunk back into his bed, trembling slightly as Mammon yelled at him in his Australian accent.

The Imp wrapped his tail around his body, staring at his phone. Mammon kept going on and on, but Fizz wasn't listening. He knew he should, since Mammon was his boss, but he couldn't help it. He was thinking about Mammon's upcoming clown pageant, where the next brand figure for Mammon would be selected.