Asmodeus' palace, in which we then see his bedroom. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are sleeping together in the same bed. A cuckoo clock featuring a rooster with an erected penis goes off, which wakes up Fizzarolli under the covers
He punches the clock and stretches his arms out to the kitchen, scaring a laundry succubus wearing an apron and matching black lingerie and knee-high boots, destroying a chandelier, and pours himself some coffee. But, he burns himself so he takes the whole pot back, passing the same laundry woman from before, making her twirl in place, and sets it on a desk. He stretches out and grabs one of his hats, and stretches. Fizzarolli grabs the coffee and drinks it, before putting it away and stretching himself above Asmodeus.
Fizzarolli: Rise and shine, Ozzie!
Fizzarolli shakes an airhorn and blows it, startling Asmodeus, who lays back down.
Fizzarolli: Huehahahahaha!
Asmodeus: groans Ugh, again with the horn?
He turns in bed, covering his head with his pillow.
Fizzarolli: Don't blame me, blame how fuckin' fun they are!
He blows the horn again.
Fizzarolli: M'kay, SO; Today you have a meeting with the distributor about the new shipment of vvvibrators. Then you gotta host a safety meeting because of what happened with the old shipment of vvvibrators. And then, you have a nooner with Prince Stolas.
As he speaks, Asmodeus gets out of bed and puts on his robe.
Asmodeus: sighs You scheduled me during lunch?
Fizzarolli: Well, you're pretty good at "squeezing things in".
As he speaks he squeezes the robe in, eyeing Asmodeus' butt, before stretching onto his shoulder.
Fizzarolli: But I left time for a big ol' breakfast!
Asmodeus: Lemme guess, I'm handling that too?
Fizzarolli: I mean, unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again?
Asmodeus: Ahahahahaha— NO. Never again.
Fizzarolli: Whaaat? Maybe I could burn the milk this time!
Asmodeus: Stoooop...~