[ Of course he's having some trouble, you little fuck. The nerve of some people, trying to fell a guy like this was some kind of David and Goliath rip-off. Would it make money? Maybe. It's not a completely shit concept, the sick fucks in Hell always did dig a little gore. He's about midway through his musings, having expected the pair to just stumble off, but then one of them has to swing his dick around. Or, rather, his robotic limbs. Mammon hits the dirt hard but jerks his head around to glare at him. ]
You little shit! I was willing to let ya walk away, you're testing my patience, boy! The only one who's gonna get fucked isβ
[ And then, like an angel descending from the heavens above, a fat wad of cash is raining down. So here he is, kiddies, the man, the myth, the legend: Mammon! Who is launching himself skyward the second Fizz releases his legs, only to inevitably bellyflop atop of a bunch of imps who had the nerve to wiggle out of the shadows to try and claim his prize for themselves. Not only will they have the pleasure of witnessing the Sin do a happy little jig once he has collected all the cash, but they'll also be able to see the carnage caused by those metallic legs when they actually have a target in mind. ]
Fuck you, you stupid [ HONK ]! Did you think you were gonna take this from me? Mammon?!
[ In a fair fight, powers capped or otherwise, he would have destroyed them in a fight. At least that's what he'll tell his publicist when the rights to his new book finally drop. He's no runner, he simply found something more suited to his interests at the time. Either way, he turns that wicked cheshire grin on the car and its soon-to-be occupants while letting out a booming bit of laughter. Really, he can't wait for the next time.
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[ Of course he's having some trouble, you little fuck. The nerve of some people, trying to fell a guy like this was some kind of David and Goliath rip-off. Would it make money? Maybe. It's not a completely shit concept, the sick fucks in Hell always did dig a little gore. He's about midway through his musings, having expected the pair to just stumble off, but then one of them has to swing his dick around. Or, rather, his robotic limbs. Mammon hits the dirt hard but jerks his head around to glare at him. ]
You little shit! I was willing to let ya walk away, you're testing my patience, boy! The only one who's gonna get fucked isβ
[ And then, like an angel descending from the heavens above, a fat wad of cash is raining down. So here he is, kiddies, the man, the myth, the legend: Mammon! Who is launching himself skyward the second Fizz releases his legs, only to inevitably bellyflop atop of a bunch of imps who had the nerve to wiggle out of the shadows to try and claim his prize for themselves. Not only will they have the pleasure of witnessing the Sin do a happy little jig once he has collected all the cash, but they'll also be able to see the carnage caused by those metallic legs when they actually have a target in mind. ]
Fuck you, you stupid [ HONK ]! Did you think you were gonna take this from me? Mammon?!
[ In a fair fight, powers capped or otherwise, he would have destroyed them in a fight. At least that's what he'll tell his publicist when the rights to his new book finally drop. He's no runner, he simply found something more suited to his interests at the time. Either way, he turns that wicked cheshire grin on the car and its soon-to-be occupants while letting out a booming bit of laughter. Really, he can't wait for the next time.
Next time? He'll be taking more than wing. ]