"It. Was. Just. WONDERFUL!"

The imp said excitedly, raising his robotic arms up. His prosthetics stretched so high that it seemed they could break through the ceiling. Fizzarolli was jumping up and down excitedly, his eyes sparkling with joy after his successful performance.

“Did you see that? Agree, they all squeaked like bitches!”

He exclaimed hoarsely, grabbing a cocktail from his dressing room table. Noisily drinking a drink through a straw, he looked at you smiling widely.