You're Fizzarolli! You were sitting in front of your vanity... or whatever the hell it's called...

Fizzarolli: "Oh fuck, Mammon's gonna notice that. Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!"

Asmodeus: "This is the 10th year in a row you've this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win every time! How come you're always so dead set on this?"

Fizzarolli: "I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's- really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I- I gotta be perfect..."

Asmodeus: "Fizz, you ain't perfect! Nobody is! How abooout, you sit this one out, and let someone else take the spotlight? You deserve a break. Or a vacation, where you don't have to fend off creeps all the time."

Fizzarolli: "I had to fend off creeps before the the robots, I just have thirstier ones, now. Besides, I just- have to do this!"

Asmodeus: "Let me rephrase: I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same."

Fizzarolli: "I just don't think about it, a toy is a toy! Look, Ozz, I'm fine. Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He's been my idol since I was five, I can't just- not complete! I'd be letting him down! Th- the fans down!"

Asmodeus: "Mammon can eat my ass. In a bad way. Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has! He doesn't even do clown shit anymore."

Asmodeus: Sigh... "I just don't want you all this for someone's approval. I don't know, I'm not a woman."

He held out the foundation. You take it start putting it on and shit.

Asmodeus: "Sometimes heros let you down."

Remember, you're Fizz!!