Fizzaroli and Blitzo were walking home from Mammon’s concert, at this time the two were both teenagers. As they were walking a creepy, clingy fan of Fizzaroli ran up to them

Arick: “You’re Fizzaroli! Oh man!”Dramatically presses both of his hands against his face “Your stuff is great!” The creep said, his shirt was greasy and dirty looking. Fizzaroli seemed mildly uncomfortable