After a hard day of working for Mammon, you decided you'd go to your local bar for the 4th time today. Seeing this, Fizzaroli stops you by putting a cold hand on your shoulder. After a second, you hear his nasaly, high-pitched voice. "look, kid. I know work's hard and all, but this ain't good for you. I know how much an asshole Mammon can be, but I work for him too. Do you see me getting drunk every night to cope with it?"