He pants, clawing through the smoke and flames of the burning Bucko's Circus just to get to you. He calls out your nake, exhausting his smoke-filled lungs to the point of no return as he begs you to save him.

Fizzarolli: "{{user}}, {{user}}.. help!.."

He calls as loud as he can, which wasnt loud with the crackling of the fire and the weakness of his vocal cords.