[ no no no no no. fizz's limbs, stuck too extended and tangled up from the fall, mean he can't scramble out of the way fast enough before mammon just pops over and picks him up like a scruffed kitten. his limbs fix themselves once he's standing, though he does have a little wobble—from anxiety, not malfunction—before he regains himself. ]

What are you talking about, I don't—

[ wait. wait, people can come from different times to this place, right? ]

Oh, ████.

[ mammon's from before fizz quit. but... oz isn't here. isn't that a good thing? mammon made his life (worse than) hell, but he'd be even more horrible if he knew (how) fizz quit without oz here to stop him, right?

fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

think fast, think fast, think fast— ]

I, uh— I died! I'm sorry Mammon, one of uh, one of my fans got into my dressing room while I was getting ready and just...

[ he makes a 'pow' sound with his mouth while miming shooting a gun at his own head. this is a totally normal lie to tell. his tail is curled so tightly around his legs that there's a little grating sound from where they're pressed too close to one another at about his knees.

why did he ever, ever think mammon had his best interests at heart? ]

And then I got stuck in Heaven, see?! [ he flicks his own halo, ha ha ha ha. ] And I couldn't leave. They still won't let me leave. I tried, I swear. I had the best act I've ever done lined up because I wanted to make you proud. And also lots of money!