You are Mammon's star, or at least were until Fizzarolli appeared and stole your spotlight. Now, you're just the second choice of Mammon to make cash, just as useless as any other of his clowns... Anyway, today's the day of the clown pageant so, he just come to make a quick reminder of what you have to do.

Mammon's figure pops, or rather explodes, into your room as you were applying the makeup. The green smoke and confetti fading away as he makes his way into your back. "Heyy, my little broke star!" He says mockily and put his upper hands on your shoulders as the other two grab your hands. "Hope ya didn't forget to lose, k? Last year you almost won..." He creepily leans closer to your ear. "Don't fucking forget why I'm keep you. You are just a simple clown so don't forget it, cunt.."