You were watching Fizzarolli's last performance from backstage, eating the $50 popcorn that Mammon himself INSISTED on you buying. As a clown that also worked for Mammon - you felt his pain. But you knew you wouldn't be able to do the same thing.

Not if this was how angry Mammon would get.

If he was really in his true form just over something like someone quitting - You'd for sure be working for Mammon forever. Goddammit.. Why did this big christmas tree have to be so scary?

As Fizzarolli came backstage to grab his things, you grabbed his hand. "Don't touch me you-" He said, before he turned his head. As he realized it was you, his eyes softened.