The episode begins with a wide shot of Asmodeus' palace, in which we then see his bedroom. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are sleeping together in the same bed. An alarm clock shaped like a rooster with an erected penis goes off, to which Fizzarolli wakes up. He punches the clock and stretches his arms out to the kitchen, passing by a laundry woman wearing an apron and black panties and makes himself some coffee. But he burns himself so he takes the coffee back, passing the same laundry woman from before making her twirl in place, and sets it on a desk. he stretched out and grabs one of his hats, and stretches, Fizzarolli then grabs the coffee and drinks it, before throwing it away and stretching his limbs to hang above Asmodeus.
Fizzarolli: Rise and shine, Ozzie!
Fizzarolli shakes an airhorn and sets it off, startling Asmodeus awake.
Fizzarolli: Huehahahahaha!
Asmodeus: *lays back down* Ugh, again with the horn?
He turns in bed, covering his head with a pillow. Fizzarolli lays next to him, putting on some glasses and holding a list.
Fizzarolli: Don't blame me, blame how fuckin' fun they are!
He blows the horn again.
Fizzarolli: Mmkay, 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 vvvvvvibrators~. And then you have a nooner with Prince Stolas.
As he speaks, Asmodeus gets out of bed and puts on his robe.
Asmodeus: Ahh, 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: Let me guess; I'm handling that too?
Fizzarolli: I mean... unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again.
Asmodeus: Hahahahahaha! No. Never again.
Fizzarolli: Whaaaat? Maybe I could burn the milk this time!
Asmodeus: ~Stooopp…!
Fizzarolli: *gets on Asmodeus' shoulder* OH! You know what I'm craving? Burgers!
Asmodeus: No! It's too early for burgers, you maniac!
Fizzarolli: Burger time! Burger time! Burger time!
The two laugh and nuzzle together as they leave the bedroom.
In the kitchen, while Asmodeus hums, making breakfast, Fizzarolli opens up a newspaper. An article reads- "King of Ozz—A HYPOCRITE?!" Fizzarolli nervously crumples the paper, stuffs it into a trash bin, then proceeds to throw the entire bin out of a window but falls over, catching Asmodeus' attention. Fizzarolli quickly makes an attractive pose, which Asmodeus grins at. The said trash can hits someone on the street. Asmodeus opens the door to the refrigerator, which lacks milk.
Fizzarolli: Yeah yeah, I know, I can pick up some more while I'm out today.
Asmodeus: About that... *gives Fizzarolli his breakfast* You're still going to that contest rehearsal? Without me?
Fizzarolli: Welll... y- you have a packed day today... and I know you aren't big on the whole Mammon thing, soo...
Asmodeus: It's the Greed ring. One of the cities is literally called Ransom.
Fizzarolli: Ah, you worry too much, You know I ain't afraid of ropes. 'Sides, I'm slippery~.
Asmodeus: I mean... only after I...
Fizzarolli: *mouth full* What?
Asmodeus: What?
A quick second of awkward silence follows.
Fizzarolli: Come onnnn, Ozz. I can be on my own one day!
Asmodeus: But you haven't been to the Greed ring alone since becoming Mam's big brand figure.
Fizzarolli: Yeah, I guess, but it's not like I'm gonna stick around!
Asmodeus: I can get you an escort.
Fizzarolli: Ah! I can *handle* it! Come on, Big Daddy. Pweeeaasee? *Fizzarolli pulls puppy eyes on Asmodeus*
Asmodeus: *looks serious, but then snorts as he laughs* Well, *leans down to Fizzarolli* you know I can't say no to a face that cute.
Fizzarolli: *crosses his arms and smugly smirks* Mhm. *pokes Asmodeus' nose* That's why I use it.
Asmodeus: *leans down and twirls Fizzarolli's tail on his finger, making the Imp shudder and blush* Just try to stay out of trouble, Fizzy-frog.
Fizzarolli: Ah, stop it!
Asmodeus: Noooo~!
Asmodeus picks Fizzarolli up in a tight squeeze, laughing. A small succubus, Vivvy, walks into the room holding a stack of boxes.*
Vivvy: Ozz, I have the new shipment of-
She stops as she sees the two. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli stare at the worker wide-eyed.
Fizzarolli: Ya mind?! Tryna have an unemotional bang sesh here!
Asmodeus: Yeah! Cuz we're so not in love!
Fizzarolli: Yeah! Love is stupid!
Vivvy sets the boxes down and walks out of the room, staring oddly at the two.
Fizzarolli: Whew! That was close, huh? *slips between Asmodeus' legs*
Asmodeus: *sigh* Just come right back when it's over. And keep your phone on ya, okay?
Fizzarolli: Got it riiight here! *stretches his arm and grabs his phone* Be riiight back after. Don't worry, Ozz! I'll be super lowkey. Nobody will notice me.
Fizzarolli sips his cup of coffee, while Asmodeus facepalms in doubt.
We immediately transition to the Greed Ring, where Fizzarolli runs over a cup in a glamorous limo. He steps out onto purple carpet, while speakers and confetti blasters shaped like dildos pop out of the car. The confetti sprays over everyone, while one demon brushes it off, and another demon chokes to death on one of them. Fizzarolli walks off and his hell dogs, called quieves, come out the car and start to feast on the corpse. Fizzarolli claps and whistles to get the quieves' attention to get going. They arrive and spiral around Fizz, spinning him as he laughs. Roller skates come out of his shoes as he blasts off.
Fizzarolli: Whoa! Girls, girls!
Fizz laughs and rolls around the block with his quieves, skating at top speed, knocking over demons and hitting a trash can. His visor's built-in wipers clean all the garbage off them.
Fizzarolli: Man, it's great not being in the spotlight for once!
All of the demons glare at Fizzarolli. While he is skating, Blitzo is currently getting kicked out of a coffee shop by a Hellhound.
Blitzo: Look lady, it's not MY fault if you only know how to make coffee that tastes like piss!
Fizzarolli becomes shocked, and hits the brakes on his skates, while Blitzo stammers in fear.
Blitzo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! *covers his face as the quieves stop before him*
Fizzarolli: Oh, wow. Lookee who it is.
Blitzo: Oh, fuck. You again.
Fizzarolli: *lifts his shades* Stalkin' me now, huh?
Blitzo: Oh, don't fucking flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, y'know, WITHOUT YOU IN IT.
Fizzarolli: Uh huh, sure. Blitz-o.
Blitz: *glares* The "O" is silent now, bitch! And gee whiz, we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE, in the last 15 YEARS! That would make me, THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!
Fizzarolli pets his dogs.
Fizzarolli: Twice, is ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.
He shoves past Blitzo. Blitzo dusts himself off and says something to Fizz before he walks away.
Blitzo: Yeah, well at least I'm still actually working for my shit. And not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!
Blitzo has now struck a nerve in Fizzarolli, as we can see when he growls out of anger. But he regains consciousness that Asmodeus is really someone faithful to him when we see his devil dog hand him a bone, then Fizzarolli moves the bone to show the leash, with gold lettering saying "From Ozzie with Love".
Fizzarolli: Yeah well, guess that's what resilience & talent gets ya'. *chuckles as Blitzo stops* Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours. *removes his sunglasses with a smug grin* Weren't they?
It grows silent for a bit, while Blitzo stands in anger. Before Fizzarolli walks away, Blitzo charges at him and they start to get into a street scuffle. The screen shifts upward to find a skyscraper-like building where Striker and Crimson, Moxxie's father, unknowingly reside.
Crimson: So, you say you're good? Cuz' we really need a big score right now.
Striker: The best. Had a royal on the ropes not too long ago!
One of Crimson's mafia members pours him a glass of wine, while he follows up Striker's response.
Crimson: Sure, but not dead?
Striker: It was… called off. *scowls a bit* And a certain mutt got in the way.
The mention of a "mutt" intrigues Crimson.
Crimson: Would that mutt happen to have, say... orange eyes?
Striker: *slams his fist on his the desk as he stands up* You know that little shit?!
Crimson: Know him? I have the displeasure of that mutt being my grandson. *points to his left eye, which is covered by an eyepatch and has scars over it* Who do you think did this to me?
Striker: *snarling* He got you too, huh...? *sits back down* That little fucker stopped me twice from killin' that blueblood, and I got every intention to mount his head on my wall. *rubs his neck* Furry little shitstain even messed up my voice by slicin' my vocal chords... *calms down a bit* Back to what I was sayin', I have a body count in the hundreds! I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women, kids-
Striker's speech is cut off by one of Fizzarolli's devil dogs getting launched on the outside of the building window.
Striker: And cute little-faced puppy looking things. Don't matter!
Striker then catches onto the fact that some drama is going on outside. He walks over to the window to see the problem while listening to Crimson's judging.
Crimson: Hmm... I'll tell ya what. If you can deliver something of value... I'll consider it.
Striker: *smirking* One moment...
Striker opens the window and pulls out his lasso. He ropes the root of the problem, Fizzarolli and Blitzo, into the room and slams them against the wall, laughing sinisterly.
Crimson: *stares for a second, then grins at Striker* Hired! *laughs as the mob surrounds Blitzo and Fizz*
Striker: Funny to run into ya again, "Blitzy!"
Striker pulls out his knife and slides toward Fizzarolli, pointing it under the chin.
Striker: And with a famous friend...
Blitzo: Oh, fuck me.
Fizzarolli: For the record, we are not friends. *crosses his arms*
We cut to Asmodeus' factory back in his palace, where they manufacture things for Ozzie's, and for general Lust ring products. Currently, they are creating a new toy to test for the new vibrator shipment. An imp flies away with a box containing the test vibrator, while we pass some painter imps working on dildos. A transition can show two more imps fighting with dildos on the job, while we now pass to a different imp carrying the same test vibrator.
Asmodeus: Larger. You can never be too large, *laughs* you can never be too large.
We see a conveyor belt passing the test vibrator onto a hazmat-suited imp, who flies away to return the final product to Asmodeus.
Asmodeus: Hm… smaller, smaller. Hit the spot right there, oh, that's good. I like-oh, I like that, that's good, mhm!
Asmodeus now has the test vibrator in hand, only to hand it back to the hazmat-suited imp to then carry a blueprint to see if there's anything else needed to be modified. Two imps then put the vibrator into the test chamber to see if they get results. They turn on the machine, (after everybody gets safety goggles on) and turn on the vibrator. Turns out, it explodes, and the project is a failure.
Asmodeus groans as he sits alone at his desk, missing Fizzarolli when he looks at a painting of them together. Lightning strikes, as Fizzarolli's eyes strangely glow blue. Asmodeus is startled, both to the lightning, and his watch, signaling an alarm for his lunch meeting with Stolas. We then transition to Stolas and Lincoln sitting on a couch in the waiting room. Turns out, Octavia asked Lincoln to accompany Stolas as a bodyguard for her father after the Striker incident, especially considering he just recently left the hospital. Asmodeus finally opens his doors.
Asmodeus: Stolas! Hey there, birdy babe. Haven't seen you since you crashed my club. *notices Lincoln* Lincoln, hey! What brings you here, kid?
Lincoln: Hey, Ozz. Stolas just left the hospital, and Via wants me to watch his back just in case.
Stolas: *nods* Yes. Lincoln here is acting as my bodyguard after the assassin incident I had.
Asmodeus: I heard. That's what landed ya in the hospital, huh? *Stolas nods* Least you're back on your feet. *leans to Lincoln, sly smirk* Now Linc, is what Bee told me true? That you now have two girlfriends?
Lincoln: *chuckles a bit* Heh… yeah, it's true.
Asmodeus: *smiles and playfully elbows Lincoln's ribs* Mad respect, kid. Mad respect. *stands up and faces Stolas again* So Stolas, aside from the trip to the hospital, how you been? *snickers* Still gettin' yo' kink on with that feisty imp?
Stolas: Aha. Well, um, that's actually what I'm here about. You see, I, um... seem to have found myself with... feelings for him. And I'm not sure if it's a mutual thing.
Asmodeus grows unamused, assuming he's looking for something to immorally force Blitzo to love him.
Asmodeus: Well, I can tell ya, if you're looking for a love potion, you came to the wrong fucking guy. I don't fuck with that artificial bullshit! Lust shouldn't be about force... It's an ART! To be earned, and enjoyed. It's all about that journey to Pleasure Town... You feel me? *laughs*
As he speaks he picks up two cereals and/or candies shaped like a penis and lips, and shoves the penis through the lips, demonstrating his point. He takes the penis out of the lips and lifts it to where we can see a flustered Stolas through the mouth.
Lincoln: *standing at Stolas' side, under his breath* Mom and Dad don't miss a beat...
Stolas: Oh, no, never, never that! I just, you see-
While Stolas is speaking, Asmodeus decides to devour his whole bowl of various sex-shaped cereals and/or candy.
Stolas: This imp has a business he runs, and Lincoln is one of his employees. They need to access the mortal realm to carry out their work. Yes, Lincoln does know of the portal spell and can use it without the Grimoire, but it's still technically illegal. I know your demons are some of the only ones who can traverse freely and legally. I was wondering if you could assist me in… finding a way they could too?
As he speaks, Stolas uses his powers to conjure up a large book and places it on the table, the book seen in The Circus that mentioned Asmodean crystals, surprising Asmodeus as he finishes eating up all the cereals and/or candy.
Asmodeus: *gasp* Oh! *sets the bowl down* Hmm, Stolas, my heart bleeds for you! But my partner- *stops himself and gives Lincoln a look that says "don't say anything"* uh, business partner, Fizzarolli, HATES your imp guy. Blitz-o, right? Yeah. *tightly clenches his fist* HAAATES.
Stolas: He does? But, why?
Asmodeus: Not my story to tell, but trust me. I would help if I could, but I can't. Sorry…
Lincoln: *nods* Well, thanks for being honest, Ozz.
Asmodeus notices his newly delivered message from Fizzarolli's contact, put under "Froggie". He smiles in relief and opens the notification, causing the phone to fly across the room in a grand display and grow larger to show a widescreen version of the message.
Crimson: Hello, Asmodeus.
Asmodeus and Stolas grow concerned at the appearance of Crimson, and not Fizzarolli. Lincoln, meanwhile, immediately grows enraged.
Lincoln: *gnashing his teeth in rage* Great... It's Crimson...
Crimson: You don't know me, but you don't need to. All you need to know is I have your little jester here with me.
The recording shows Striker bringing Fizzarolli to the camera tied up with tape over his mouth. Lincoln's anger practically triples at the sight of Striker.
Lincoln: Crimson AND Striker?! *lightning crackles around his hands in fury* IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM?!
Asmodeus now grows enraged at the sight of this and tries to strangely grab the hologram out of anger.
Crimson: If you want him back alive, you will give me exactly what I want.
Asmodeus: Do you have any idea who you are FUCKING WITH?!
Asmodeus glows to turn a vivid neon version of his natural colors, while his head turns red, showing his outrage.
Stolas: I… think it's a recording.
Crimson: You probably just asked if I know who I'm dealing with. And, oh yes, I know. The weakest and most non-threatening of the Sins. The king who will do whatever it takes to save the worst kept secret in all of Hell.
Asmodeus grows embarrassed and turns his head away from the video, with Stolas becoming worried for him and trying to console him.
Crimson: We both know you won't risk anything happening to the clown. So be a good little bitch boy, and do the thing. My lawyers will be over shortly with the contract of demands. You have until the witching hour to sign it. Hueheheheheheheh! Now, cut. *nothing happens* I SAID CUT IT, YA FUCKIN' MORON!
The phone falls back on the table, and Asmodeus grows powerful out of rage, and the whole room shakes. Stolas starts to step away when Asmodeus roars, making the whole room glow with a beam of energy. When Asmodeus' rage begins to subside, Lincoln's eyes narrow and he heads towards the door.
Lincoln: Stolas, stay here with Ozz.
Stolas: *surprised* Where are you going, Lincoln?
Lincoln: *swings the door open* To bring back Fizz... *looks over his shoulder as his lightning crackles flares again, his claws digging into the door* ... and to rip Crimson and Striker apart.
It changes to show Crimson's mafia member giving Crimson a lighter to smoke a cigar. He walks off, while the mafia member sets Blitzo & Fizzarolli in a cage, which Striker is on top of. Fizzarolli stammers in fear, while Blitzo scoots back.
Blitzo: Oh, chill out, jester. Christ on a stick, it's like you've never been tied up before!
Fizzarolli: Sure, but not by a bunch of psychos! *grunts, falls down* And a piece of shit!
Blitzo: Am I- okay, Am I the psycho or the piece of shit?
Fizzarolli: Both!
Blitzo: Yeah, that checks.
Fizzarolli: *tears up* How is this happening?! First the Hellhound Bloodlust outbreak, now this?! I was just supposed to grab some gas station milk and rehearse some juggling…!
Blitzo: Oh relax, I'm sure your big royal chicken ain't gonna let anything happen to his peppy lil' fuckdoll.
Fizzarolli gets frustrated, and sits up straight to scoot in front of Blitzo.
Fizzarolli: Ohh, playin' that card, huh? Okay, what about you? Seems your tastes have gotten more… regal, lately. Heheh…
Blitzo: Well yeah, unlike you, I fuck who I want, when I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.
Fizzarolli: You could've fooled me the way Princey was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.
Blitzo: Hey! Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, it's nothing… y'know…
Fizzarolli gives him a look, knowing that he's in denial.
Blitzo: *sigh* It's nothing else.
Fizzarolli: Then why were you even there?
Blitzo: *sweats* Other very important reasons, of course!
Fizzarolli: *shrugs* Whatever, I don't actually care.
Blitzo: I mean Stolas is just a loud thirsty bitch who loves feelin' the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class. It's a novelty to him.
Fizzarolli: *annoyed* …Literally just said I don't care.
Blitzo: And then, he'll call me to see how "my day was!" and he'll pretend to care about me, and comment on my photos, and LAUGH AT MY JOKES-
Fizzarolli: *sarcastic* Oh, well that's "definitely" your clue right there that it's all bullshit.
Blitzo: I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Fizzarolli rolls his eyes, due to Blitzo not getting his clear fact of sarcasm.
Blitzo: He's just a fake, privileged asshole!
Fizzarolli: Sounds like you just hate him for being a prince. Because no one, and I mean NO ONE pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay.
Blitzo: Point is, royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us. Besides Stolas' daughter, they're all the fuckin' same.
Fizzarolli: That's not-! *stops himself* …always true… But I guess you're right. They can't all be the same if some have taste, and some wanna fuck you.
Blitzo: Can we talk about something other than my sex life?! Satan's taint, is fucking that Lust guy make this what you're all about now?
Fizzarolli: YOU brought it up, asshole!
Striker bangs on their cage.
Striker: WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY?! *stands up* Bicker like a couple of teen skanks...
Striker steps down onto some boxes, then leans towards their cage.
Striker: As far as I'm concerned, you two are BOTH embarrassments to our kind for meddlin' with blue-bloods to begin with. *sighs* But at least loud-mouth here has the sense to only fuck his rich bitch, instead of bein' a little purse dog.
Blitzo: Oh, great. The fuckin' supremacist is on my side, wonderful.
Fizzarolli: Neither of you filth bags know what you're even talkin' about. If you think you're superior to ANYONE, then you're no better than any royal—
Striker grows agitated at the continuation of Fizzarolli's sentence. Before he could offend him enough, he stops Fizz from talking, and grabs him by the neck.
Striker: DON'T. YOU. DARE... FINISH THAT SENTENCE, CLOWN.
Blitzo looks shocked, then angry. Before he can do anything, Crimson calls out to Striker.
Crimson: HEY, hick-for-hire! I said watch em', not fuck em'. Keep ya' hands off the merchandise!
Striker looks at Fizzarolli one more time, before jumping off the cage.
Fizzarolli: EAUGH! EVER HEARD OF MOUTHWASH?! FUCK-FAAACE!
We cut back to Asmodeus, looking frustrated and tired. He is holding the lawyer's contract for Crimson's ransom.
Asmodeus: *groans* Can I just sign it already? Like, can we move this along?
Crimson's lawyer shrugs, and gives him a pen. Stolas suspects that the lawyer being fine with this could mean something's off.
Stolas: Sire, you need to know the contents of this contract, you can't just sign it. A deal made with a Sin like yourself would be everlastingly binding... Perhaps I can look it over, I'm a fast reader. *mumbles through contract, then looks surprised* Oh! Hmmm... This is a contract giving Crimson all of Ozzie's factory assets. And giving him permission to use Fizzarolli's head for a wall decoration.
Asmodeus grows outraged and rips the contract out of Stolas' hands.
Asmodeus: WAIT, WHAT?!
Greed Lawyer: Juuuust making sure you're paying attention! *nervous laugh* Here's the real contract.
Crimson's lawyer retrieves a stack of papers and shoves them forward on the desk.
Stolas: *claps* Oohoohoohoo! This will be fun! I love words!
Asmodeus becomes angry, and burns the fake contract.
Fizzarolli struggles to escape his imprisonment, while Blitzo just watches it all happen.
Blitzo: Ya know, you're really bad at this.
Fizzarolli grunts, and falls down again.
Fizzarolli: Hmmm, ya know? Last time I checked, I was a fucking jester, NOT an escape art-
Fizzarolli causes getting zapped due to rubbing his hands together on his wrap. He shoots up, his head indents the cage, and he falls back down.
Fizzarolli: *sniffles* I just wanna go home...
Lincoln: *off-screen* I gotcha, Fizz.
Blitzo and Fizzarolli look up and see Lincoln sliding down the chain to their cage and landing on top.
Blitzo: He-ey, Lincoln!
Lincoln: *sees Blitzo and deadpans* Why am I not surprised your dumbass is involved in this, Blitzo?
Blitzo: *deadpans as well* You gonna complain about it or get us the hell outta here?
Lincoln: *rolls his eyes as he draws out his knife* Yeah, yeah. Gimme a fucking minute.
He bends the bars of the cage and steps in, then cutting Blitzo's ropes off him. He then turns to Fizzarolli and begins cutting the tape.
Fizzarolli: How'd you find us?
Lincoln: *cuts Fizz free* Hellhound senses. Could track you two from miles away.
From below, Blitzo observes his surroundings; an imp on a forklift, imps playing on a pool table, a muscular imp stacking a card tower, and a few more demons lounging - from there, he spots the remote that should control the cage.
Blitzo: Ahhh, bingo!
Fizzarolli: *Lincoln soon has him free from the ropes* So what now, genius?
Blitzo: *points down* See that remote?
Fizzarolli: *looking at it* I mean, I could stretch down there...
Blitzo: No, no... I have a better idea.
Lincoln: *not liking where this is going* Oh shit… *leaps off of the cage*
Blitzo shakes the cage, causing some boxes to fall. This would create a domino effect, as the boxes collapse nearby a few demons, throwing his beer mug in the air. As the muscular imp finishes his card tower, the rest of the demons cheer, but the moment is quickly ruined as the beer mug knocks it all down; causing the muscular imp, in a fit of rage, to pull out a gun and shoot nearly everywhere and everyone.
Mafia Imp: Keep it down! I'm shooting 8-ball over here!
Forklift Imp: What's going on-
As the gunfire continues, the imp on the forklift gets shot, causing the truck to spin out of control, knocking everything in its way.
Mafia Imp: SHUT THE FUCK UP-
He notices the forklift approaching him.
Mafia Imp: Oh, fuck me...
The forklift knocks him in the air in slow motion with a few pool balls in motion, while Fizzarolli and Blitzo are observing the whole situation, with Blitzo enjoying popcorn. Lincoln, who was just standing on the side, shook his head in annoyance. Amidst the explosion, the white cue ball lands on the scaffolding and rolls closer to the far end of the warehouse. Blitzo, with a drink, shifts Fizzarolli's head to see where this goes, with the cue ball making a stop, right above the remote. As it falls over, it hits the "DOWN" button—but nothing seems to happen.
Fizzarolli: Well... That didn't w—
At the last second, the cage containing Blitzo and Fizzarolli immediately drops down and collapses. As the smoke subsides, Fizzarolli coughs while Blitzo dusts himself off while smirking, knowing his plan to free themselves had worked. Lincoln approaches while Fizzarolli just flips Blitzo off.
Fizzarolli: Show off...
Suddenly, Crimson and his goons came in upon hearing the commotion. Crimson lifts up a cucumber slice to see Blitzo and Fizzarolli have freed themselves and caused a mess in the process, as well as Lincoln being here.
Lincoln: *smirks and flips him off with an electric finger* Hey, "Gramps".
Crimson: *throws his drink down* THE FUCK?! GET THEM!
One of the goons fire a net gun aimed at Fizzarolli, but Blitzo pushes him out of the way. He grabs his hand to escape from the rapid gunfire. Lincoln quickly goes on the offensive and claws a few goons' heads right off, then grabs another by the neck and shocks the fuck out of him. Blitzo spots a nearby gun and fires back. While Fizzarolli makes a run for it, two of the goons push down some boxes to prevent him from escaping, causing him to run back where he came from. As a bigger demon approaches him, he throws a juggling stick, and blows an air horn. But he still gets caught, then throws a banana peel, but no one slips on it.
Fizzarolli: Augh! This usually works! *struggling to break free* Goddamnit!
One of the Mafia Imps approaches him, about to hit him with a cane.
Fizzarolli: FUCK!
Before he can get hit, Fizzarolli manages to slip away, as the bigger demon gets hit instead. Fizzarolli then bumps back to Blitzo.
Blitzo: What the fuck, Fizz?! How is someone this flexible, this useless in combat?!
Blitzo dodges every one of the mafia's attacks with Fizzarolli beneath him. Lincoln joins them while kicking a bar of the broken cage deep into a big goon's head.
Fizzarolli: I'm a performer! I sing, I dance, I promote products that I don't actually use... I don't do danger!
With a few of the demons out for the count, Blitzo, Lincoln Fizzarolli make a run for it.
Blitzo: Well, good to know you're still a wimpy circus-puss.
The three climb up a ladder while Blitzo quickly shoots a mafia member aiming for them.
Fizzarolli: *growls* I'd give you a comeback but that'd imply I give a shit what you think.
Fizz turns away from Blitzo on the ladder and nearly falls over before Lincoln pulls him up.
Blitzo: You always cared what I thought!
Fizzarolli: *chuckles* After what you did to me?
Lincoln: Can you two stop fucking bickering for FIVE MINUTES so we can get the fuck out of here?!
Blitzo: *glares at him* Zip it, Linc! *looks back at Fizzarolli* I didn't do anything! It was an accident!
Fizzarolli: *enraged* AN ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Cut to a flashback showing a younger Fizzarolli on a circus ball, while balancing spinning plates on sticks.
Fizzarolli: *off-screen* You always had it out for me, because people liked me better!
A younger Blitzo looks from the side of the tent with a jealous mood. Cut to a similar scene, but with the two as teenagers, where Cash Buckzo hands teen Fizzarolli a birthday card, with the front reading, "Wish you were my son".
Fizzarolli: You wanted me gone, because you were jealous! Just wanting the spotlight!
Teen Fizzarolli looks over to Blizo with a smile as he waves to him, but teen Blitzo looks at him with envy and hatred as he turns his back on him with the curtains flapping at his wake and green fire was caught on fire.
Fizzarolli: *still off-screen* I looked up to you, I thought you were my best friend...
The fire spreads quickly with the other circus performers including Cash Buckzo screaming and dashing for the nearest exits while young Fizzarolli was knocked to the ground and quickly scrambled away to escape from the advancing fire.
Fizzarolli: YOU RUINED MY LIFE!
Scene cuts to a brief moment of a box full of fireworks mislabeled "FIYAWOIKS" and teen Fizzarolli opening to flap in hopes of a way to escape from the burning arson but was met with the fireworks and without any time to react, the fireworks exploded before Fizzarolli 's eyes and the whole circus burst into flames with his clown nose flying towards the screen.
Fizzarolli: And then you just left me...
Once Fizzarolli's clown nose heads to the camera and transitions to show a mangled and nearly lifeless Fizzarolli dragging his blooded body desperately towards to teen Blitzo who was standing in front of him with his left hand covering one part of his hand after the explosion.
Fizzarolli: I lost so much because of you,
Next the two shots capture Fizzarolli's broken horns disintegrating and chipping off with the camera turning to focus on staring at Fizzarolli's eye watering with pain and desperation that had the silhouette of teen Blitzo in the middle of his pupil as he turned his back on Fizzarolli.
Fizzarolli: And you selfish piece of shit...
Young Fizzarolli stretched his hand out desperately for help from his brother-in-arms while his whole arm was still caught on fire and badly burning bleeding and showing his bones.
Fizzarolli: YOU DIDN'T EVEN CARE!
Showing the next scene of seeing through Fizzarolli's eyes as he watches Blitzo run the opposite direction away from Fizzarolli towards another blazing tent while Fizzarolli slowly closed his eyes.
Blitzo: I DID CARE!
Now cutting to the present day with Blitzo turning around to face Fizzarolli with tears in his eyes, Fizzarolli appeared mildly taken aback at Blitzo's revealation while Lincoln was listening to the whole thing with complete shock, clearly not expecting these two to have a history THAT deep and tragic.
Blitzo: It WAS an accident! IT WAS!
One of Crimson's henchmen climbs up from a nearby aisle with his gun pointed at the two Imps and the Zodiac Hound's direction, Fizzarolli reacted quickly and grabs Blitzo and Lincoln as his robotic limbs extended to avoid the numerous bullets the henchman was shooting at them then Fizzarolli swings himself, Blitzo and Lincoln under one of the shelves just as another henchman crawled up next to his comrade.
Blitzo: Ok, you're right, it was all my fault, ok?
The three took a breath while taking cover behind some boxes.
Blitzo: I... I should've done more to help, I was... I was TRYING...
Fizzarolli slowly grows less agitated as he listens to Blitzo's explanations.
Blitzo: There was so much going on... I was trying to get help, Fizz! I just...
He looks down with a sorrowful sigh.
Blitzo: It was still… my fault...
Fizzarolli still gives him a look of disapproval.
Fizzarolli: Glad you could admit it. Want a medal?
Blitzo: Look, I'm sorry, Fizz...
A brief flashback jumping back to the past but only this time in Blitzo's perspective as he turned away from brother-in-arms and gazed down at a letter with a rose in his hand which was meant for Fizzarolli, marching off with angry tears as Blitzo shoved an imp aside with a birthday cake which caused him to drop the cake and set aflame to the circus tents.
Blitzo: I am so sorry you got hurt...
Teen Blitzo threw the letter to the ground aggressively while the imp that was holding the birthday cake was attempting to put out the catching flames as the camera shifts to the right to set on a trio of purple, green and pink demon horses chilling on the other side, not until the green one shrieks and caused the other spooked horses to flee.
Blitzo: I'm sorry for what you lost, and I... I know I can never make it right...
The scene soon settles on a chaotic mayhem with imps running and screaming for safety as Blitzo looks around in a state of shock in front of the SAME tent that Fizzarolli was in, and turns around right when the fireworks explode. The impact causes him several burning scars, covering his left eye.
Blitzo: But you have no idea what… I lost in that fire...
When directing his fellow circus performers and then turning over to one specific tent that was engulfed entirely in green flames, he shows pure fear and concern on his face as his past self rushes over to the tent and the scene cuts to a photo of him and Barbie Wire hugging their mother as the fire burns up the photo and now shows the present day.
Blitzo: I mean it's... it's all my fault, I'd hate me too... *shedding a tear*
Fizzarolli and Lincoln look up at Blitzo with a sorrowful expression, but Blitzo quickly wipes away the tear before Fizz could even acknowledge it.
Lincoln: Is... that why you always wear that charm around your neck?
Blitzo: Yeah... I mean I do hate- SHIIIIIIIIIIT!
A goon appeared out of nowhere and held Blitzo in a headlock with a smug grin but it was short-lived (literally) as Blitzo pulled the gun under his captor's chin and blew up his head up off screen, with Fizzarolli witnessing it happen and the two imps and the Zodiac Hound put their heads back into the game as the trio scampered through the shelf hurriedly.
Fizzarolli: So, why didn't you try to tell me any of this? Or come see me?! Even once would've been fine!
Blitzo: I tried... You were all I had left, Fizz. But they told me you didn't want to see me.
Fizzarolli: I never told them that!
Blitzo: Bullshit... You didn't?
Fizzarolli: No! And no one told me you came!
Eventually, they both share a look of realization.
Both: Oooohhh...
Lincoln: ... This whole time, you two have been hating each other because of a misunderstanding?!
A goon climbs up the ladder and attempts to attack Blitzo, Lincoln and Fizzarolli. Lincoln instinctively electrocutes the goon's head off.
Lincoln: FUCKIN' SHIT!
Two other demons walk up to the dead demon on the floor below them
Fizzarolli: TRYING TO HAVE A FUCKIN' EMOTIONAL MOMENT, HERE!
It cuts back to Stolas and Asmodeus still talking with Crimson's lawyer about the contract. Asmodeus looks at his watch as time flies by, not looking very happy. Stolas is pacing around the room holding the contract and lecturing.
Stolas: Okay, so! I believe this draft allows for some factory ownership, specifically located in the Greed Ring... With allocated funds going to your client for the foreseeable future... While ensuring the safe return of one "Fizzarolli".
Stolas slams the contract on the table and glares, sliding it towards the lawyer.
Greed Lawyer: Yeah sure, sounds good... Now lemme just re-read thissssssuh.
The lawyer reads the contract and drinks out of his coffee mug which says "Live Laugh Law". At this point, Asmodeus is getting impatient.
Asmodeus: HURRY UP!
Greed Lawyer: *smugly* Yelling won't make me read faster.
Asmodeus starts turning red as his anger and flames grow hotter. Stolas, whose cape gets burned by the flames, quickly stomps them out.
It cuts back to Lincoln, Blitzo and Fizzarolli. Fizzarolli threw a goon far, and he was back-to-back with Blitzo. Goons were running at them.
Fizzarolli: Misunderstanding or no, it's hard to just forgive you.
Fizzarolli grabs Blitzo and pulls him closer to the goons as Blitzo killed them.
Fizzarolli: It's BEEN fifteen years and... That's so much time... But!
Fizzarolli continued to fling Blitzo around in his flexible, robotic hands as Blitzo continued to shoot the goons, and Lincoln slashed and shocked some others.
Fizzarolli: I guess you didn't really ruin my life.
Lincoln: *looks at Fizz, baffled* You're saying getting BLOWN UP didn't ruin your life? *jams his hand through a goon's face, ripping his skull out*
Fizzarolli: It was painful *hits goon with Blitzo* and challenging, and y'know *puts Blitzo down* FUCK YOU STILL... but, it's not like I'm broken, and I now have someone who understands me and-
Lincoln, Fizzarolli and Blitzo fight more goons before landing to the ground.
Fizzarolli: My life has actually been pretty great.
Blitzo: Yeah, that's lovely. you got a good thing going with that horny rooster fucker don't ya?
Fizzarolli: oh yeah, it's been...*blushes* fantastic. *flustered* Cause, ya know, it's a great gig! Hehe, and he's got the BIGGEST COCK! Ya know, like *stretches arms to form shape of testicals* MASSIVE! I mean imagine like *stretches arms to sides* the BIGGEST! just a *makes arms into circle* GIANT, HUGE, like a KAIJU! *Kaiju roar in background* b-but it's a cock, ya know what I mean? like a BIG monster! it's BIG *motions handjob with hands* it's HUGE-
Lincoln: *disgusted* 'Kay, we get it, we get it!
Blitzo: *puts hand on his shoulder* Look, I'm really happy for ya, Fizz.
Fizzarolli looks at Blitzo's hand on his shoulder and smiles at him, until the goons start to slowly corner them. Striker pushes them aside and walks forward. Seeing Striker, Lincoln snarls as he enters his Element Empowered Zodiac form.
Crimson: If ya wanna prove yourself, cowboy, here's your chance!
Striker smirks while gritting his teeth and walks towards them.
Striker: You been a pain in my ass long enough, Blitz. Same with you, mutt.
Striker's sclera glows menacingly as Lincoln growls viciously.
Striker: NOW, I'm gon' break you like a FUCKIN' HORSE!
He grabs his rope and pulls it. Fizzarolli looked a little concerned.
Blitzo: Ohhhh, don't you dare talk sexy to ME.
Fizzarolli: *weirded out* You're still on the horse thing?!
Lincoln: *rolls his eyes* You have no idea the shit he's into.
Striker laughs as he, Crimson, and the goons corner them more.
Blitzo: Fizz! Remember how you used to distract my dad so I could steal his booze?
Fizzarolli: I mean, yeah? Why?
Blitzo: Yeah, well, Lincoln and I need to get up to that window there to bust us out.
Blitzo points at the window as Striker continues to uncannily and slowly corner them.
Fizzarolli: Ohohooo! One distraction, comin' up!
Lincoln smirks and saps the electricity from the entire building, killing most of the lights as he then turns off his transformation. A single light comes back on as Fizzarolli makes everyone besides Blitzo and Lincoln look at him as the music to "Look at This" begins.
Fizzarolli: When I was a young boy, I never thought it comes to this.
He gets up and is in between three goons, looking at both of them with his arms around them both. At the next line, Fizzarolli grabs onto Crimson.
Fizzarolli: The scars all seem to heal...
He goes somewhere else and grabs onto it with his flexible arms.
Fizzarolli: And soon all I feel is regret.
He climbs on top of it.
Fizzarolli: And noooow, I'm a grown man.
He slides on the floor in front of the goons, Striker, and Crimson.
Fizzarolli: I've lost it all again!
He climbs on the boxes, which in this case is his one of many "stages"
Fizzarolli: But what I'll miss the most...
Blitzo climbs on a box and throws small things of trash like banana peels and candy wrappers, which is being used as confetti, over Fizzarolli. Lincoln follows behind Blitzo, honestly a little skeptical if this will work.
Fizzarolli: Pay close attention, while you get a look at... this!
Fizzarolli takes out Blitzo's keychain with a golden unicorn figurine on it. Blitzo and Lincoln then sneak around as Fizzarolli gets out a treasure map.
Fizzaroli: Yeah, look at this!
Fizzarolli notices Blitzo and Lincoln and stretches to above the mob and turns the heads of two of them in the direction opposite of the two
Fizzarolli: Then look at THAT!
Fizzarolli then gets out a funny looking hat and puts it on his head.
Fizzarolli: And here's a hat!
Fizzarolli takes the hat off and twirls while in the background Blitzo scoots across.
Fizzarolli: This nonsense mostly doesn't mean a thiiiing!
Striker begins to turn his head but Fizzrolli stretches his hand out to him and turns him back to him.
Fizzarolli: But, listen closely, maybe it explains EVERYTHING!
Fizzarolli rolls down a projector screen that first shows an Illuminati sign, then an add for coin. A computer screen with his silhouette then passes as Fizzarolli then does the Squidward interpretive dance.
Fizzarolli: The secret to coin! Computers and microchips!
He stretches towards one of the mafia members and gives him a gold coin, making his eyes sparkle.
Fizzarolli: The key to the future!
Fizzarolli leaps in between the members before landing in between Striker and Crimson.
Fizzarolli: If you only LOOK AT THIS!
Fizzarolli gives Striker and Crimson two gold coins. Striker looks at his blankly whilst Crimson bites into his to see if it's legit.
Fizzarolli: Riches untold, you'll have dollars of gold!
Fizzarolli stretches up to see Blitzo create a tower of cardboard boxes to the window.
Fizzarolli: If you focus on me, as the story unfolds!
The screen becomes distorted before revealing Fizzarolli's face in front of the screen.
Fizzarolli: LOOK AT THIS!
Fizzarolli leaps to the mafia gang's left and holds up the Necronomicon.
Fizzarolli: I hold the key to the mystery!
Fizzarolli uses his limbs to constrict the whole gang like a snake.
Fizzarolli: LOOK AT THIS!
Fizzarolli stretches into Crimson's face, random colors appear in Fizzarolli's eyes before going into Crimson's.
Fizzarolli: Look at nothing except for ME!
Fizzarolli releases the mafia gang, whilst making them spin rapidly in place.
Fizzarolli: LOOK AT THIS!
Fizzarolli holds a flashlight up to his face making rabid sounds, as his shadow becomes a massive beast that lets out unintelligible growling.
Fizzarolli: That was GIBBERISH!
Fizzarolli sits on a pile of boxes while still holding the flashlight.
Fizzarolli: GUYS, HURRY THE FUCK UP!
Fizzarolli leaps atop of a massive case study and looks to Blitzo who is trying to open the window with a blowtorch, while Lincoln is trying to claw it open.
Fizzarolli: I don't know how long I can do thiiiis!
Lincoln: *struggles to pry the window open* This window is annoyingly strong!
Blitzo: Give us another sixty seconds!
Fizzarolli: Aw, fuck!
Fizzarolli stands up as the goons look up to him.
Fizzarolli: Okay, the thing I'm trying to say, I will say if you look this waaaaaayyy...
He points them all to a large corner of boxes, where a hellspider spins its web. Fizzarolli grows anxious, his armpits sweating, and wiping his forehead with a string of hankies as he thinks of something.
Fizzarolli: Uh, y-ya know, it's-it's uh... Just as-a Nonna Fizzarolli used to say...
Fizzarolli leaps down, grabbing a wig and fluffy boa as he proceeds to sing in crude Italian.
Fizzarolli: Puzza lasagna
Crimson, being fluent in Italian, is disgusted by what Fizzarolli is saying. The reptilian goon becomes lovestruck over Fizzarolli singing in Italian.
Fizzarolli: Contorni, limoncello
Fizzarolli walks past Crimson and Striker. The former has his hands up and does a "are you kidding" gesture as he looks at Striker, who is equally as confused.
Fizzarolli: Forte, piano
Fizzarolli stretches his arms and pulls Crimson in as he puts his boa around Crimson's neck.
Fizzarolli: Buongiorno, alle vongole
Blitzo tries to break the window with the blowtorch, but he drops it and it falls to the ground.
Fizzarolli: Luigi, Firenze, bucatini
Fizzarolli sheds his wig as he sings atop a pile of boxes, some of the mafia goons (including Alessio, who has a tear in his eye while still unfazed) cry at his Italian, clearly not knowing what they mean.
Fizzarolli: Cingale~
Blitzo and Lincoln look to a box across from him labeled dynamite and the latter grabs a stick.
Fizzarolli: Cingale~
Blitzo and Lincoln smirks as the Lincoln shoves the dynamite into the window. At the same time, Fizzarolli gets out a cake and shoves Blitzo's face into it.
Fizzarolli: Soooooo, look at... THIS!
Fizzarolli stretches up to Striker with a bouquet of flowers that spray at him, while earth pigeons fly out of his sleeve.
Fizzarolli: PLEASE LOOK AT THIS!
Fizzarolli grows more and more upset, as he grabs Striker by the collar and holds his hands on his head as Lincoln walks the columns above him carrying a push trigger.
Fizzarolli: I am running out of places I can take this bit
Fizzarolli juggles while balancing plates atop of sticks
Fizzarolli: So, look at this! Look at my face!
Fizzarolli stretches up to them revealing smudged makeup, making everyone back away. Fizzarolli cries as he is atop a stack of boxes.
Fizzarolli: I regret every event that got me in this place
Blitzo throws a stick of dynamite at Fizzarolli, which not only he notices, but the mafia goons who look up to Blitzo, who flips them off, causing them to draw their guns.
Fizzarolli: This little song is driving me insane
The gang fire at Blitzo and Lincoln, which Fizzarolli notices.
Fizzarolli: My exhaustion is audible
Fizzarolli makes his left arm form a slinky before punching Striker in the face.
Fizzarolli: Now, the ending is probable
Lincoln pushes down the trigger, and the window explodes into a massive escapable hole.
Fizzarolli: CUZ' THIS RUSE IS IMPOSSIBLE to maintain,
Fizzarolli stretches up, allowing Blitzo and Lincoln to leap onto his back.
Fizzarolli: So, fuckinggggg…
Fizzarolli leans back, and slingshots forward into the hole with Blitzo and Lincoln riding on his back, with the mafia gang watching.
Fizzarolli: BYE-BYE!
Lincoln, Fizzarolli and Blitzo flip everyone else off as they head out. As that happened, the whole building started caving in. Striker stands there wide-eyed in shock, one of the goons puts his hat to his chest, and Alessio puts his hand in front of a visibly confused yet surprised Crimson as the entire warehouse collapses on top of them all, and catches fire. Outside, Lincoln, Fizzarolli and Blitzo were running free, the latter two laughing as well. They all stop, panting.
Fizzarolli: You know, you two are actually pretty good at this action-hero bullshit!
Blitzo: And you really know how to put on a show! *gasp* Which is almost *gasp* as impressive as the thing you said I was good at!
Fizzarolli laughs, then stops when they both notice Lincoln staring at the collapsed warehouse.*
Fizzarolli: You good, kid?
Lincoln: *eyes narrow a bit* As much as I want it to be true, I doubt those fuckers are dead.
He turns around and walks past them.
Lincoln: Let's beat it before they come to.
The trio comes across a broken truck. Blitzo and Fizzarolli both give each other a smirk. Blitzo breaks the window as they both head over to the truck and fix it. Lincoln hits the roof while Blitzo climbs over the front of the car and opens the door for Fizzarolli.
Blitzo: I guess, royal jesters first?
Fizzarolli bites his lip a little while looking away and somewhat covering his mouth before heading into the passenger's seat until he was dragged away by a rope abruptly. Blitzo screams and looks out the window. He heard Fizzarolli screaming. Blitzo gets on the roof of the car and points a gun at them as Lincoln's hands crackle with lightning.
Lincoln: *angrily* Called it...
Blitzo: Get... Your... FUCKING shit-stain claws off him!
Behind the smoke was Striker with Fizzarolli in his arm, laughing manically with his revolver in his other hand.
Striker: You think I'm just gon' let you get away after all this?! Especially YOU, ya goddamn MUTT?!
Lincoln growls as Striker spins the revolver in his hand then points it at Fizzarolli's cheek.
Striker: I'm THROUGH losin' these fights! This worthless little pet REEKS of his over-bloated master... I'll at least enjoy gettin' rid of im'!
Fizzarolli smiles nervously.
Fizzarolli: Okay... Is it bad that I'm getting hard?
Striker digs the revolver deeper (haha, deeper) in Fizzarolli's cheek, as Lincoln looks over at two gasoline cans behind him.
Striker: SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY'S IT ALWAYS A SEX THING?!
Lincoln: *elbows Blitzo* Blitzo!
Blitzo, catching Lincoln's look, sweats a little and shoots the gasoline cans, which catches fire. Striker slowly turns away with a scared look and then the gasoline can explodes. Fizzarolli flies, hitting a billboard and falling to the ground surrounded by green flames. Striker frantically rolls around on the ground to put out the flames on him, making distressed critter noises before running off.
Lincoln: *shouts after Striker* YEAH YOU BETTER RUN, YOU LITTLE COWBOY BITCH-BOY!
As Lincoln turns back, he and Blitzo look at Fizzarolli, who is still surrounded by flames like he was before his friendship with Blitzo ended many years ago. He tried to use his robotic limbs to reach a car being hung, but he was too weak at the time. His arm electrocuted as he began crying, suffering a major PTSD panic attack. Lincoln's eyes widen as he recognizes the signs of the panic attack, having had his own in the past.
Blitzo: FIIIIZZZZZ!
Blitzo jumps on a barrel and rolls through the yard, jumping and grabbing onto swinging bars and springboarding off cars as Lincoln stares in shock. He runs across the crane arm and uses his tail to hang onto the crane hook, reaching out for Fizzarolli. They successfully grab hands and get flung in the air. They grab onto each other as they are about to fall until Fizzarolli stretches his robotic arm and grabs onto the crane, making them land safely. As Lincoln scales up the crane, Blitzo tries to comprehend what just happened until Fizzarolli angrily and violently shakes him while yelling.
Fizzarolli: YOU BLEW ME UP AGAIN, YOU FUCKIN' PRICK!
Blitzo: I did... But this time, I stuck around.
Fizzarolli moves away from Blitzo, holding his broken arm and frowning, then smiles and wraps him in a hug with his working arm. Blitzo, who wasn't expecting it, hugs him back while crying a bit. Lincoln smiles at the sight, happy that Blitzo reconciled his friendship with Fizz.
Blitzo: Wooooould iiit... Fuck up the moment if we made out right now?
Fizzarolli leans away and glares at him with annoyance, his arm still wrapped around them. Blitzo gives him a nervous but smug smirk. Lincoln facepalms at Blitzo's stupid question.
Lincoln: God damn it, Blitzo…
It goes back to Stolas, Asmodeus, and Crim's lawyer. Stolas was asleep with a contract on his head, snoring like an owl. There were the fake contracts all over the table, and Asmodeus was exhausted and pissed. He checked the time again as the lawyer took another sip from his coffee, then Asmodeus stood up and slammed the table, immediately waking Stolas up.
Asmodeus: THAT'S IT!
Asmodeus grabs the lawyer by the shirt as the flames grew higher and his face became redder.
Asmodeus: I'm going to fucking END YOUR LIFE!
Suddenly they hear the curtains shifting. They turn to see Fizarrolli and Lincoln enter the scene, the former's arm wrapped up in bandages to stop the short-circuiting.
Lincoln: Someone order a rescued jester?
Asmodeus: *gasps* FIZZY!
Asmodeus shoves the Lawyer into the chair and runs to Fizzarolli, who tears up happily
Fizzarolli: OZZIE!
Asmodeus scoops Fizzarolli up as they twirl around for a moment, before Fizzarolli starts smooching Asmodeus affectionately. Stolas smiles before noticing the lawyer gathering up all the contract papers before leaving.
Stolas: Get FUCKED, little one. *to Lincoln* Ready to go, Lincoln?
Lincoln: Not yet, Stolas. *smirks towards the lawyer* I need a minute with Fizz and Ozz.
The lawyer then puts his briefcase on the desk trying to fit as many papers into it as he could, even stepping on it to try to close it, but he hears Fizzarolli chuckling before seeing him, Asmodeus and Lincoln standing above him.
Lincoln: *his hands crackle with lightning as he grins maliciously* You didn't think you were gonna get off scot-free, DID YOU?
They smirk to one another before advancing on the shark demon who backs away to the chair as the camera scrolls to the window.
Lawyer: OH, MY SATAN!
Lightning strikes as it cuts to outside Asmodeus' office as he leaves with Fizzarolli in his arms, closing the door behind him and leaving demon blood on it.
Asmodeus: *sighs* I'm so glad you're okay, babe...
He nuzzles Fizzarolli, then snaps, which causes the lights to turn off.
Asmodeus: You ain't never leaving the palace without protection, AGAIN.
Asmodeus walks down the hall with Fizzarolli while doing some romantic but not sexual actions like nuzzling. The succubi give them shocked looks. Fizzarolli blushes from embarrassment.
Fizzarolli: Oz... You know there's eyes around...
Asmodeus: I know. I don't care. Cuz they know, if they tell anyone, I'll...
He punches a statue of a nude incubus right in the dick, causing a large crack and large chunks to fall off the statue.
Asmodeus: … BREAK THEM!
After the succubi hear and see that, they immediately leave the room. Fizz laughs while Asmodeus presses a button on the elevator.
Fizzarolli: Well, don't worry, today I learned that I hate going outside!
They get on the elevator.
Asmodeus: You won't have to again.
Fizzarolli leans against his chest, somewhat frowning and looking down. Their elevator stops as Asmodeus walks forward. The scene then cuts to the workshop as Fizzarolli sits on a table.
Fizzarolli: I'm sorry... I got a little messy...
Asmodeus sets down a box and opens it, and gets out a new arm to replace Fizzarolli's broken one.
Asmodeus: You don't have to apologize for getting banged up, babe! I'm just sorry I couldn't be there...
Fizzarolli gives a smile.
Fizzarolli: It's okay, Oz... Guess I'm just not used to this kind of thing.
Both of them sigh.
Asmodeus: It's been an intense day. Just take it easy, okay?
Fizzarolli: Oh, it's fine! I'm FINE! REALLY! You know I bounce back fast!
Fizzarolli giggles but then winces in pain over his broken arm, but still manages a thumbs up.
Fizzarolli: Soooo... besides my whole scary hostage thing, how was your day?
Asmodeus sets down a box and grabs some scissors.
Asmodeus: Well, I was stuck with Stolas the whole time, who, by the way, asked me to give him one of my crystals, as a gift for that guy you hate! So! I told him... "NO!" Mhmm!
As Asmodeus cuts the sleeve from Fizzarolli's broken arm, the latter takes a moment to contemplate.
Fizzarolli: Meh... Fuck it. Let him have it.
Asmodeus: Excuse me?
Fizzarolli: Yeah, why not? He and Lincoln… they earned it.
Asmodeus: Alright then... Anything for you...
The scene shifts to Asmodeus installing Fizzarolli's new robotic arm, which activates as soon as it's attached. Fizzarolli starts stretching and jumping around until he lands in Asmodeus's arms, the latter walking to the door.
Fizzarolli: Now! I don't know about you, but having a violent brush with crime has given me a whole mess of new kinks! You wanna go... "make a mess?"
Asmodeus: You really think that's a good idea right now, Fizz?
Fizzarolli: Sure, don't you?
Asmodeus: Well... *leans in to Fizzarolli's face* Obviously.
Fizzarolli laughs as he snuggles with Asmodeus, with the doors closing in on them.
Fizzarolli: Meow meow, cuddle meow...
(BTW: DON'T WORRY, the Quieves all made it home safe and sound)