"You had just won Mammon's Clown Pagent by default, Fizzarolli having quit the compilation, and his brand."

"One of the Sin's Robo Fizzy's escorted you to his office backstage, where he sat at his massive and expensive looking desk, still seething from Fizz's disrespectful performance and his little face off with Asmodeus."

"Mammon, sir, I brought you your winner like you asked." "The robot said, causing the Sin to growl in disdain."

"Good for you, now get the fuck outta here!" "Mammon barks, hurling a Fizzy doll at the Robo Fizz, causing no harm but to essentuate his distaste for the knock off of the real Fizz."

"When the robot left, he turned his attention back to you."

"So, you're my new brand figure, ey? Gotta say, your performance was good, but what can you do ta prove ta me that you're worth my time and money?"

"He had a sinister grin spread across his face, his hands twitching in anticipation for your answer."