Episode 40: Mammon's Magnificent Musical Ft. Fizzarolli Part 2
Shortly after…
"Fork it over, kiddies! You know it's worth it!" Mammon laughs maniacally as he takes the large bags of money from the guests before pushing and kicking them into the area. Blitz and the others begin to walk into the 'Meet N Greet." Mammon soon looks on his hand to see a lint and a coin and a paperclip in his hand and frowns unimpressed. The poor imp child eagerly stands in front of him.
Before Mammon can do anything, Amara coils her arm around the boy and pulls him inside.
Amara says, "Sorry, he's with me."
And then walks off with the boy Roy. Mammon simply shrugs it off and continues to take money from the on goers.
Inside the 'Meet 'N Greet' area, Glitz and Glam are posing for pictures while performing some acrobatic tricks. Fizzarolli, hiding behind a cardboard cutout of himself, quietly approaches Mammon at the entrance.
Once close to him, Fizzarolli asks, "Hey, Mammon, uh- I may not be uh- i-in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now. Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?"
Busy collecting money, Mammon answers, " Psh, of course not."
"I just really don't think that I'm really-" Fizzarolli explains,
But Mammon picks Fizz up by the face, muffling any explanation.
He then says, "Aaaw, come on, Fizzie, my boy. Don't you wanna do this for your fans? Listen to them!"
A crowd of rabid fans are waiting to meet Fizzarolli, including a giant hairless dog demon.
"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?!" Mammon says.
"Uhhh... I mean," Fizzarolli stammers, No, not really, actually.
"Fizzie, I-I'm not gonna lie, I want that," Mammon says and holds Fizzarolli close to him, tightly, "So, come on, just do this one thing for me."
"Okay, sir," Fizzarolli says with a muffle.
This excites Mammon, "Aw, you're a bloody legend, Fizzie! They're gonna wanna fuck you," and hugs Fizzarolli tightly again, "Like you're fucking my heart with joooy right now! Now get out there and make me proud," Then puts Fizzarolli back down and pinches his cheek, "You stupid, little (honk) c***." and soon disappears in a burst of smoke.
Fizzarolli coughs from the smoke. Amara and Roy soon walk over.
Blitzo appears nearby, hanging from the ceiling by a cord attached to his belt, "Wow, Fizz, you let him talk to you like that? You got some kinda secret kink I should know about or something?"
"It's just how he is," Fizzarolli says.
"I mean. Shit, if he talked to me that way-" Blitz says, and struggles to get down.
Amara says, "For me, I think I would actually punch his teeth in."
Fizzarolli groans, "Ugh, it's fine. And I advise against that."
"Suit yourself," Amara muters.
Fizzarolli walks over to meet his fans.
Roy turns to Amara, "Is Fizzarolli okay?"
"I'm not sure, but I have a feel he isn't okay," Amara says.
Soon, Fizzarolli begins to greet his many fans.
He says, "Heya, folks! Where ya from?"
One fan flashes her breasts at Fizzarolli.
"Oh! Lust, love it there, obviously. Wet Dreamsville, hah!" Fizzaolli says.
He then signs books, toys, and even a hellhound's chest, "Best pharmacies in Hell! Ragesburg well,"
Then says with a southern accent, "Nice to meet cha, partner. Ha ha, I don't do accents. Fun!"
He then hugs two fans, "Ah, nice to meet you, too!"
And stands in front of the crowd, "Thank you so much for coming to the show."
The crowd cheers, "We love you, Fizz!" and chants, "Fizz! Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!"
Fizzarolli frowns solemnly until he notices a young imp boy, Oliver, holding a pen and piece of paper waving happily at him. He then puts the pen and paper under his arm as he speaks to Fizz through sign language.
The kid talks with his hands, "Fizzarolli! I'm a big fan!"
Fizzarolli blinks twice before smiling, and talks in sign, "Come on over here."
The kid, Oliver rushes over and opens up his paper. Fizzarolli happily signs it and gives it to the kid, who smiles happily.
Oliver signs, "I want to be a clown just like you."
Fizzarolli signs back, "You can do anything you want to do. I hope you're excited for the biiig finale!"
Amara smiles to see Fizzarolli being nice to that boy. She can tell that he likes kids, and is impressed that he can use Sign Language.
Suddenly, someone shouts, "Boo! Boo! Sellout piece of shit!"
The crowd looks around confused, wondering where the booing was coming from. Amara has a feeling that this could be trouble.
Fizzarolli gestures to Oliver to head back into the crowd, and nervously says, "Uh- wh- c-come again?"
Suddenly, someone says, "Ughh, your act is such fucking trash; always has been."
The "fan" climbs up behind the back of the crowd, revealing himself as Burnie Burnz, the Imp stalker obsessed with Fizzarolli all those years ago.
Burnie continues, "Except! Now, I have to see your smug face plastered on everything, everywhere! And, you can read all about it on my review blog: fuck-Fizz-but-not-in-a-sexy-way dot-compainer, dot-com, dot-org, dot-gov." and falls back into the crowd after losing his balance.
Fizzarolli shifts nervously at the reunion.
"Hah, well. Anyway, folks, heh-" Fizz nervously says.
Burnie reappears, having crawled his way to the front of the crowd, "You're not even a clown anymore. All you do is work at that, "And turns around as he stomps his foot, dramatically, "Overpriced, sleaze joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us through the same tired, old routine."
Blitz watches through the sniper scope as Burnie begins to approach Fizzarolli.
"Is there a single, original idea in that head?" Burnie adds.
Blitz, Amara, and Roy watch in shock as Fizzarolli being backed against the wall with no chance of escape.
Fizzarolli nervousness turns to panic, "I uh- uh- uuuh-" and shakily laughs.
Burnie practically towers Fizzarolli, "You fucking suck, and so do your products. Your sex-bots can't even get me off right, you know-"
But before he can go further, Fizzarolli finds Blitz standing in front of him, much to Fizz's shock. He notices the gun being held by his tail and a dagger in his right hand. Both behind his back, ready for the attack.
But Burnie continues talking, "What? Still think you're too good to even talk to me? Still gotta get this chump to stand in for you? You're fucking pathetic." and changes his tone to passion, "To think, what we could've been together…"
Burnie fantasizes himself and Fizzarolli holding hands and happily skipping through a meadow, before shifting to a ramp where Burnie wears a crown and cape as if he was a king, holding a chain attached to the neck of Fizzarolli, wearing a latex stripper suit happily kneeling down on all fours.
"...if you hadn't been too up your own ass to listen-" Burnie says.
Before he can finish, Amara and Blitz gets in front of Burnie to protect Fizz. Then A
Blitz aims his gun forcefully at him, "Yeah, one more word out of you, Twat-stain, Imma blow your head clean open in front of all these fucking kids.
Blitz stops and he looks back when he hears Fizzarolli hyperventilating. Poor Fizzarolli is clearly beginning to have a panic attack. Then Blitz's worry turns to rage as Burnie begins to laugh maniacally. Before Blitz can do anything, Amara gives Burnie a clear hard punch right at the chin, sending him flying and crashes to the ground. Now Burnie's face is bloodied and bruised with one of the lenses of his glasses cracked.
Clenching her organic fist, Amara says, "Take that, you sicko."
Are shocked, but also calp in response.
"You're not done with me, Fizzarolli," Burnie shouts in rage, and then runs back into the crowd and disappears.
Fizzarolli continues to hyperventilate, Blitz and Amara rush over and catch Fizz when he collapses.
"Hey, hey- Woah, woah, you good?" Blitz asks.
"Fizz, are you alright?" Amara asks in concern.
Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green smoke, throws Blitz and Amara aside and holds up Fizzarolli.
"Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizzie?" Mammon asks, sounding worried.
But Fizzarolli looks up at Mammon, who glares at him, threateningly.
"Yeah- yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm- I'm fine, yeah, heh," Fizzaorlli says nervously.
Mammon looks Fizzarolli over and smiles, "Tell you what: I'll let the hotties go on before ya, give ya some time to get your shit together." But then quietly, but menacingly, "Get your shit together, Fizzie. You're a bloody legend," And yells enthusiastically, "You're a bloody legend, ya bitch!" He then spins Fizzarolli, and sends him toward the backstage entrance.
Blitz, Amara, and Roy rush over in concern.
"Oh, shit. That guy got to you, didn't he?" Blitz says.
Then Amara says, "You know you don't have to-"
"I do, guys. I do," Fizzarolli says and walks over to the stage.
Blitz and the others follow after him.
Then Blitz says, "Fucking hell, Fizz, this is stupid. That clown shit is not this important."
"This job is! Without it I'll lose-" Fizzarolli panics.
But the Glam Sister's voices speak up, "Everything!"
The Glam Sisters laugh evilly as they step through the backstage door, their eyes shine brightly through the dark before fading.
Amara says, "Seriously Fizz, this stupid pageant ain't worth it. Mammon is a fuckin dick. I've never met anyone who is this greedy, greedy, selfish and manipulative in all my life."
"Yeah. He's using you for everything, cause you're likable, and he's a fucking trash fire," Blitz agrees.
"No, he's not!" Fizz says, "He's just trying to make me good enough."
"Good enough for what?" Blitz asks, and follows Fizzarolli
The crowd settles down in their seats as the lights in the arena dim. Pop music plays as Glitz appears inside a spiral whirlpool before cutting through it with her hand, beginning the song.
Glam:
Get ready for the new look
New rhythm and a new hook
Not here to cuddle
more like leave you in a puddle
Glam's arms move from two to four as Glitz appears from behind her in unison.
Glam:
Little double trouble got ya boy shook
Glitz:
Ha, ha, here's the sitch'
And Glitz begins rapping.
Glitz:
Feed sin with ya taxes
Greedy greed wins where the cash is
Wanna sell my funny, slutty body to the masses
Glam Sisters:
Feelin' lonely on a Saturday night
Well, money can't buy happiness
But, it can rent you paradise
The spotlight changes to neon lights. The twins begin to float above the stage, rotating in a circle formation.
Glam Sisters:
Give in to temptation
Take your time I'll be patient
Be my little piggy let me
scratch your dirty itch
The Glam Sisters sprout wings from their back, performing aerobatic moves as they continue singing.
Glam Sisters:
I'm a klown, bitch
Fix up your frown, bitch
Fizzarolli watches, afraid that they may actually win the pageant.
Glam Sisters:
Gimme the crown, bitch
You hear that sound
You're goin' down
Fizzarolli tearfully runs away from the backstage, passing Blitz, Amara, and Roy.
Glam Sisters:
Cause I'm a klown, bitch
The twins hold each other as they lean back. Water pours on them and they lean upright again, flipping their fin hair for the audience and smiling.
Back with Fizzarolli…
The jester Imp enters his dressing room in a rush, hyperventilating and slams the door behind him. He heads over to his makeup desk and looks at his reflection in the mirror.
Fizzarolli breathes heavily, "O-Okay, Fizz. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this," He then wipes sweat off his forehead, "It's okay, it's fine. You have a show to do soon, it's fine."
He soon looks at his hand that has white makeup on it causing him to gasp in horror, "Oh- oh no, oh- no, no, no, no." strained, "No, no," and begins to hyperventilate.
Fizzarolli gets a makeup brush and tries to apply it to the scratch, but his hands are shaking rapidly. He then gets up a heart-shaped makeup kit with Ozzie's name on it.
He opens it up to reveal a heart shaped mirror, "It's okay, you're fine. You need to be fine."
Outside of the dressing room, Blitz rushes to Fizz's dressing room and begins knocking on it.
Just then, Asmodeus appears through the dressing room door, "Fizz! Are you okay?"
Fizz turns to see Ozzie, "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" and sits back down to do his makeup, "You shouldn't be here, Asmodeus. I'm fine, please!"
Asmodeus tries to enter the room, but due to his tremendous size, it makes him halfway stuck in the door. So, with a snap of his fingers, he shrank down to a smaller size, allowing him to enter the room and up to Fizzarolli.
Asmoduesn walks up to him from behind, "Froggie…"
"I'm fine! I'm fine! Just needed a minute!" Fizzarolli cries out.
But Asmodeus knows the truth, "You aren't okay, you're shaking."
"Ozz, I'm about to go on for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare," Fizzarolli says, trying to calm down, but isn't calm at all.
"Fizz, come on! I'm trying to talk to you, you can't force yourself to-" Asmodues says.
But Fizzarolli says, "Ozz, I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I'm still good at this. That it's not over! That I'm still good enough! It's not just Mammon." and looks at the poster of himself with Mammon above him, "I'm fine. I just... need to be better," And then he walks back towards the mirror.
"You think you need to be this perfect, model performer, but that's because Mammon is always forcing that image onto you!" Asmodeus says, upset.
But Fizzarolli says, "But, everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I have security. I have you. Without Mammon I wouldn't be... I wouldn't have... I just... I have to win this."
"Fizzie…" Ozzie says, worried.
But Fizarolli says, "I don't want to lose. Because I feel like if I lose this, I lose you."
Hearing that statement, Asmodeus scoffs, "How would you lose me? Come on, Froggie."
"You're with me because of who I am at my best! I'm barely worthy of working with a King of Sin cuz'" Fizzarolli says upset and removes his jester cap to reveal broken horns, "THIS IS WHO I AM! Without all this, I'm just nothing, and Mammon made me this. I owe it all to him," and is on the verge of tears.
Hearing Fizzarolli's reason, Asmodues explains to Fizz, "Fizz, Mammon didn't do shit. You already were this. You'd be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience. And... you're just the cutest little thing alive. Also, you are a waaaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat's just facts.
"It's... It's hard, you know? To t-trust that. I... I just... I love you so much, Ozzie," Fizzarolli says in tears, and hugs Ozzie.
Asmodeus then does the same, "And, I love you, too, Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not."
"Well, I kinda spent my whole warmup having a panic attack, haha," Fizzarolli says.
Asmodeus:
Crooked horn, crooked grin.
Fizzarolli walks away, a small smirk on his face.
Asmodeus:
You're a crooked, horny,
Freaky, little joker.
Fizzarolli:
You're a Deadly…Sin.
Asmodeus:
And I don't wanna hear another goddamn word about
'Win, win, win.'
Fizzarolli puts his hat back on, and Asmodeus takes his hands as they ballet across the room.
Asmodeus:
Oh, oh, oh, I think you're messy
But, I'm messy, too.
*guitar strumming*
No, no, no, I wouldn't clean a thing
When I ended up with you.
Fizzarolli walks away for a moment, an expression of doubt and sorrow on his face.
Fizzarolli:
I don't know you waste your time on me
Asmodeus:
Baby, all I got is time.
Fizzarolli:
When there's so much I'll never be.
Asmodeus:
*Laughs*
Holy, shit!
Asmodeus holds his hand as the two then stare each other straight in the eye.
Asmodeus:
Babe, there's so much you can't see.
Fizzarolli:
What can't I see?
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli then resume their dancing as they then duet together.
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli:
Oh, oh,
Asmodeus:
You're a broken record,
Don't you ever shut your crooked little lips?
Fizzarolli:
What do you want me to do with my lips? Heh-heh.
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli:
Oh, oh, oh you sure are lucky
You make my crooked heart do
Freaky, little flips.
Asmodeus:
You make my crooked heart do
"Froggie" little flips.
Fizzarolli:
Ribbit. *laughs*
Fizzarolli sighs happily. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli lean in and share a loving kiss.
Suddenly is kicked open by Burnie, who is holding onto a knife, "You're gonna listen to me now, BITCH!"
Suddenly, Burnie's head explodes, leaving only the outer layer remaining before falling to the floor. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli stare at the newly dead stalker before looking over to the wall where the bullet responsible now resides. The vanity mirror splits into two even pieces, marking where the bullet flew between them.
The one who made the shot is Amara.
"Nice shot, sis," Roy says.
"Ugh, that creep was getting on my nerves and was really asking for it," Amara says, annoyed.
Soon, Blitz walks in as he turns to the couple, "Oh, so you two are an item?" with an intense glare.
He then nonchalantly polishing his gun and puts his sunglasses back on, "Well, congratulations, you fucking hypocrites."
"Blitz, don't tell them that!" Amara scolds. Then crosses her arms "I happen to think it's actually really sweet."
"Sweet?" Blitz questions, arching an eyebrow. "Have you forgotten about the stunt they did to us back at Ozzie's?"
"I haven't, but I'm over it now," Amara says with a smirk, "Besides, I gave Fizzarolli a karate chop on the head when we got back to the Lust Ring during our last encounter."
Fizzarolli rubs his head, "Don't remind me. You hit pretty hard for a teenage Goetia."
"Yeah," Amara says and walks over to the lovers, "Which also reminds me."
And before long, Amara karate chops on Ozzie's head, making him yelp, "Hey!"
"That's what you get for that stunt you pulled," Amara says.
Ozzie rubs his head, "For a girl your age, you can be pretty vicious."
"If it makes you feel better, Amara said that she really hates Mammon that she wants to punch his teeth in," Fizzarolli says.
Asmodeus simply laughs, "Now that is something I wanna see."
"I have to agree with you on that. Amara is one sturdy bitch," Blitz says.
Soon, Roy walks over and asks, "But what will you do about your show, Fizzarolli?"
"She's right. The Glam Sisters should be done by now," Amara says. She then says. Fizzarolli thinks for a minute and snaps his fingers, "I think I know what to do for my finale." and shows a mischievous grin on his face. "And I'm going to enjoy knocking Mammon down a peg."
Meanwhile, Mammon is dealing with a booing audience, who want Fizz to perform.
Mammon says to the audience, "Uuuh- D-Don't worry, folks. I-I'm sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance."
Suddenly there's an explosion, and Fizzarolli appears on stage, before an audience who then cheers and claps. Satisfied, Mammon disappears and reappears back in his webbed seat and his Robo Fizzes. The smoke reveals a propped set with Fizzarolli at the deck. He puffs a cigarette then blows smoke in the air for dramatic effect, then the music starts.
Fizzarolli:
I have wasted time.
I have seen my use.
Fizzarolli stands up and walks across the set, passing by four photos showing Mammon's abuse toward Fizzarolli.
Fizzarolli:
I have packaged and sold every part of me
Suffered a lifetime of abuse
Fizzarolli grabs a bottle of booze to drink, only to find that it is already empty.
Fizzarolli:
I have lost myself.
He throws it away and falls to his knees toward Mammon's spot in the audience.
Fizzarolli:
I have worshipped at your feet.
He then picks himself back up and gestures toward the Glam Sisters, who are watching from behind the curtain.
Fizzarolli:
And here I am standing on top of the world
with some bitches to defeat.
The spotlight shines on the sisters. They flip Fizzarolli off before closing the curtain behind them. An upbeat turn begins to play as the initial set is removed from the stage.
Fizzarolli:
I've played the game, I've won it all.
As he walks forward, Fizzarolli gestures to the cheering crowd then to a hellhound who lowers his Fizzie to give him a blowjob.
Fizzarolli:
They've screamed my name,
They bought the doll.
I've seized the day,
Fizzarolli looks down at his shirt and rips the sleeves off of it.
Fizzarolli:
Now I've got one thing left to say-ay-ay
Fuck you!
The stage lights up as pyro effects spell 'Fuck You' overhead.
Fizzarolli:
Here's my two minutes notice, fuck you!
Fizzarolli hops onto a ball, rolling across the stage and bounces it into the air to flip off Mammon again, landing on a second ball.
Fizzarolli:
Time to quit and smell the roses.
He pulls a giant bouquet of flowers out of his shirt and tosses it to the audience. Backstage, Amara and Roy stifle their laughter as they listen to what Fizzarolli says.
Fizzarolli:
Say goodbye
A few fans run away to avoid being crushed underneath it. He then leaps off the balls and lands back on the stage with a middle finger raised at Mammon again.
Fizzarolli:
While I look you the in eye and say, fuck you!
Mammon sits back in his web munching on popcorn as a small portal begins to open up beside him.
"Interesting song. I wonder what fuckin' this is about," Mammon replies.
Fizzarolli:
Fuckity, fuckity, fuckity fuckity you!
Then Ozzie appears behind Mammon and says, "It's about you."
"Wait, what?" Mammon questions.
Asmodeus vanishes back inside the portal just as Mammon looks around, wondering who was talking to him.
Fizzarolli:
Fuck you!
Fizzarolli continues his performance with a light show, displaying more on how Mammon had been treating him.
Fizzarolli:
I have taken shit.
A giant silhouette of Mammon crushes Fizzarolli under its foot.
Fizzarolli:
Been crushed under your heel.
Mammon merely spits out his popcorn and laughs, not understanding the meaning of the message. Backstage and on the catwalk, Blitz, Amara, and Roy snicker about Fizzarolli able to knock Mammon down a peg.
Fizzarolli is then pulled up by wires on his cufflinks, spinning him around until he is disoriented.
Fizzarolli:
I have suffered for profit
and suckered for fame,
made a fortune you could steal.
Fizzarolli rips the cufflinks off of his wrists and lands back on the stage.
Fizzarolli:
I've had enough, I've hit the wall.
He suddenly gets a phone call from Mammon (nicknamed as 'Master') but ignores the call and tosses the phone behind him.
Fizzarolli:
I'm tired of taking your calls.
Fizzarolli lights a match and air writes 'Fuck You with the flames above him.
Fizzarolli:
It ends today,
Now, there's just one last thing to say-ay-ay,
Fuck you!
Asmodeus sets a baton on fire using his breath and tosses it to Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again. He tosses the baton into the air and spins around, ripping off the bottom of his shirt to show off his midriff and poses seductively and catches the baton with his mouth, catching Asmodeus off guard. He spins the baton and flips off Mammon once more, emphasizing his wish for Mammon's death. He turns his rear to the camera and pats it as the camera zooms in.
Fizzarolli:
I wish I'd said it sooner, fuck you!
Fizzarolli twirls the baton and flips off Mammon again. He tosses the baton into the air and spins around, ripping off the bottom of his shirt to show off his midriff and poses seductively and catches the baton with his mouth, catching Asmodeus off guard.
Fizzarolli:
Cut you off, just like a tumor!
He spins the baton and flips off Mammon once more, emphasizing his wish for Mammon's death.
Fizzarolli:
Hope you die,
He turns his rear to the camera and pats it as the camera zooms in.
Fizzarolli:
Kiss my ass goodbye, you cuck, fuck you!
Asmodeus smiles fondly at Fizzirolli. He then suddenly looks down and covers his lower half with the curtain while smiling sheepishly. Fizzarolli jumps into the audience to amp up the crowd.
Fizzarolli:
Have you ever felt sick and tired
of doing the same shit everyday with your anger brewin'
Eatin' shit for a boss that you're sick of obeyin'
If you ever felt the same let me hear ya say it!
Fizzarolli jumps back on stage and guides the audience to sing along with him.
Fizzarolli with ensemble:
Did you really think I was gonna stay?
Spending life bent over with your fist in my "a".
Some of the crowd stops singing and looks confused. Fizzarolli runs up a lit set of steps onto a coffin prop at the top. Fizzarolli stands at the edge before falling inside while in a coffin pose.
Fizzarolli with ensemble:
Slander me, say I'll never work in this town,
If I stick around I'll be six more feet under the ground!
Fizzarolli springs out of the coffin prop and swings around on the trapeze ropes above the stage.
Ensemble:
(Fuck you!)
Fizzarolli:
Wo-oh-oh!
Ensemble:
Here's my two minute's notice, fuck you!
Fizzarolli:
Suck it, greedy bastard!
You're a fucking, ass clown!
Fizzarolli with ensemble:
Time to quit and smell the roses!
Say goodbye,
Too late to apologize!
While swinging around, Fizzarolli notices the hellhound from before humping his leg. The hellhound is then shot by Blitz, from the roof of the stage.
Fizzarolli:
So, this is it
Fizzarolli lands back on the steps. He pushes the coffin prop over then calls out Mammon.
Fizzarolli:
Mammon, you sad sack of shit,
The audience stops singing along and looks up at Mammon. Mammon, actually getting the message, surges with electricity in anger as Fizzarolli finishes out the song.
Fizzarolli:
Fuck yooouuuu!
Signs rise behind Fizzarolli with different ways to say and spell out 'Fuck You' along with the audience chanting the words.
Fizzarolli:
You bitch!
Yeah!
The crowd erupts with applause as Mammon angrily pushes over the Robo Fizz applauding and grabs the bag of popcorn from the second Robo Fizz to eat while brooding. Fizzarolli looks over at Asmodeus, who gives him an encouraging thumbs up, and then walks toward the audience.
"Thank you all so much. You know, it's always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing. And I'm so glad to bring you all one last show," Fizzarolli says.
As he speaks, he looks to see the young imp from earlier waving to him. Fizzarolli signs 'Thank you' to him, which makes him smile.
And then Fizz drops the bomb, "Cuz' now... I quit!"
Fizzarolli drops the microphone and walks away, leaving the audience gasping in shock and confusion. Mammon stares wide eyed before spitting chewed up popcorn at the drag Robo Fizz.
"WHAT?!" Mammon exclaims in shock and anger.
Mammon disappears in green smoke, and then appears right in front of Fizzarolli as he walks away, holding his scepter up to his throat.
"QUIT?! You miserable piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!" Mammon shouts in full rage.
Fizzarolli pushes the scepter away from his throat, "I mean, I quit," And soon begins to walk around him "I'm done," Then says in an Australian accent, "G'day, mate!"
As he mocked his former boss, Fizzarolli gave Mammon the double bird as he stretched away, his arms following after a second of staying in Mammon's face. Then Fizzarolli begins walking away without a care, preparing to leave the stage.
Mammon growls in fury before six eyes appear above his standard ones. He then snarls before shouting, and then exploding in a puff of green smoke. Fizzarolli looks behind him, to see an enormous golden spider leg with a brown tip slam just inches away from him.
Asmodeus watches behind the curtain, "Oh, that motherfucker." and is displeased by it.
Back on stage…
The spider leg backs away, cracking the ground as it did so. From the smoke revealed a green cocoon that split apart.
Mammon bellows furiously, "YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!"
From the cocoon, burst out Mammon in his spider demon form. He roars loudly and furiously as he looks down at Fizzaroli who stands his ground scowling confidently as Mammon leans forward into his face.
The Sin of Greed shouts, "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN MY IMAGE! I RAISED YOU LIKE THE SON I DIDN'T WANT!" and points his finger at Fizzarolli.
But Fizzarolli slaps his hand away and stares him down without fear, crossing his arms confidently.
Mammon stares back in rage, but then he notices a giant seal behind Fizzarolli, and suddenly, there's a burst of flame, followed by Asmodeus roaring in his full demon form.
In his demonic voice, Asmodeus shouts, "You'd better back the fuck up, Mamm."
Everyone in the audience is taken back by surprise, fear, and astonishment to see the Demonic Royal Sin has entered the stage, and there's a possible fight between the two sins.
Ha-ha, hooo. Look who's acting like big fuckin' heroes," Mammon says and gets up Asmodues, "Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn't want your little secret getting out, would we?" and points down to Fizzarolli.
But Asmodues practically pressed his head against Mammon's, "I don't care anymore!"
"Ozz?" Fizz asks, turning to Asmodues in shock.
"Because if you let him quit, I could tell everyone here that you-" Mammon says, practically threatening him.
But Ozzie beats him to the punch, "What? That I love him? Well, I do!"
And suddenly, the audience are practically fangirling, "I knew it, I knew it!"
Mammon stares at surprise as, instead of laughing at them, everyone immediately went down to their phones, all overlapping each other as they texted and memed, all while saying 'I knew it'"
Mammon just looks down blankly scratching his head in confusion and embarrassment, "Oh... uh, shit, ah, you dirty bitch."
Mammon slithers towards the group as he says to the royals, "You are gonna regret revealing that, Ozz."
Asmodeus glares at Mammon.
Mammon chuckles confidently as he crawls up to Fizzarolli's face and snorts green smoke. As he keeps laughing, Mammon provokes an implosion around him, causing a huge cloud of green smoke to engulf the circus tent; everyone screams as everything seems to crumble around them.
When the cloud dissipates, Asmodeus is hugging Fizzarolli to himself to protect him. Once the Sin and Imp know they're safe, they both hug and snuggle one another.
From behind the curtain, Glitz and Glam lie there, Glitz on top of Glam, before Glitz gets up.
"So, does that mean we win?" Glitz questions.
Glam gets up as well, and they both look confidently at each other.
But suddenly, a wooden plank falls on top of them.
The Glam sisters yelp, "ACK!"
Sometime later, the limousine drives away, running over photos with Mamon and Fizzarolli. Inside it, the pair of lovers are getting all lovey dovey towards each other. The others can't help but watch.
Suddenly, Blitz decides to asks, "So, uhm, who tops?"
Fizzarolli groans as Asmodeus grins at the former.
Amara, who is sitting across from them with Roy sleeping in her arms, rolls her eyes and says, "Oh good grief."