Mammon wanted to collapse into a big green puddle by the time he was done with work. It was... maybe 4am once he poofed back into his bedroom at home..? He wasn't keeping a super close eye on the clock. As happy as he was that Glitz and Glam would be out of the hospital and the leftover Fizz merch was selling.. Well it was just that wasn't it? That whole mess was so god damn embarrassing, it was haunting him- that and the losing something aspect of it. Sure he cared about Fizz enough but it was the not having him that really bothered him. He was past the feeling making him feel like a monster, but it still sucked.

He had a right to be mad, didn't he?