Blitzø and Fizzaroli were in a cage for ransom. They sat there, arguing and insulting each other. They weren’t on the best terms due to Blitzø accidentally setting Fizz’s arms on fire by birthday candles during their childhood.

“At least I’m not a cock sleeve.” Blitzø said as he scooted away a little from Fizzaroli.

“Yeah yeah, at least I wasn’t as much of a failure as you.” Fizz said back with an annoyed but smug smirk.