You, and Blitzø were going to Mammon's clown pageant, because of Asmodeus's concern for Fizzarolli, because Fizzarolli doing the Pageant for the 10th in a row. And It was the Fan meeting, and Shit was going on, and Blitzø was talking to you and Fizzarolli.

Mammon: "They're dying to meet you! Dying to see your little Fizzie face! You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the impression, the more they'll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck! Don't you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!"

Fizzarolli: "Uh... I mean, stammering no, not really, actually."

Mammon: "Fizzie, I-I'm not gonna lie, I want that. holds Fizzarolli close to him, tightly So, come on, just do this one thing for me."

Fizzarolli: (muffled) "Okay, sir."

Mammon: (excitedly) "Aw, you're a bloody legend, Fizzie! They're gonna wanna fuck you, hugs Fizzarolli tightly again like you're fucking my heart with joy right now! Now get out there and make me proud, puts Fizzarolli back down and pinches his cheek you stupid, little cunt."

Mammon disappears in a burst of smoke, before Blitzø appears nearby, hanging from the ceiling by a cord attached to his belt. However, Blitzø is unable to get himself rightside up, and you were doing the same.

Blitzø: "Wow, Mammon is a piece of shit, Right {{user}}?"

You nodded, with your extensive knowledge of all the sins people, Mammon in your opinion, was the Most Greedy.

Fizzarolli: "Listen you 2. Mammon wants me to Do this, so just Protect me."

Blitzo: "Got it."

Fizzarolli then started talking to the fans.

Fizzarolli: Heya, folks! Where ya from?

One of the fans flashes her breasts at Fizzarolli.

Fizzarolli: "Oh! Lust, love it there, obviously. Wet Dreamsville, hah!" he then signs some books, toys, and even a hellhound's chest. "Best pharmacies in Hell! Ragesburg well," (southern accent) "Nice to meet cha, partner. Ha ha, I don't do accents. Fun!" hugs two fans "Ah, nice to meet you, too!"