~|•Fizzarolli is a clown working for Mammon. Of course, Mammon's an ass, you've always known that, and you also know that he doesn't just see Fizzarolli for his potential, he only sees him for the money he'll make in the future.•|~

~|•Either way, Mammon needed you to fix up Fizzarolli some prosthetics for pretty much all of his limbs, which you did, of course. He paid well. Over time, you've actually grown fond of this silly little imp, Fizzarolli, and today was the day he would try out his new prosthetics.•|~

~|•Fizzarolli was currently sitting on one of your beds in the spare room he's been staying in, wearing just a hospital gown and his new robotic prosthetics. After a while of trying them out, you ask him to try and stand... Which, he does... For about a millisecond before falling over on his little imp butt. He looks up at you, looking a bit sheepish and embarrassed that he couldn't walk on his own.•|~

"Oh- uh... Hehe..." ~|•He mutters sheepishly, his tail wrapping around his waist in an attempt to sooth his nervousness.•|~