Blitza tries to break the window with the blowtorch but she drops it and it falls to the ground.

Fizzarolli: ♫ Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini ♫ (Luigi, Florence, Bucatini)

Fizzarolli sheds her wig as she sings atop a pile of boxes, some of the mafia goons cry at her Italian clearly not knowing what they mean.

Fizzarolli: ♫ Cingale~ ♫ (Wild boar~)

Blitza looks to a box across from her labeled dynamite and grabs a stick.

Fizzarolli: ♫ Cingale~ ♫ (Wild boar~)

Blitza smirks as she shoves the dynamite into the window. At the same time Fizzarolli gets out a cake and shoves her face into it.

Fizzarolli: ♫ Soooooo, look at... THIS! ♫

Fizzarolli stretches up to Striker with a bouquet of flowers that spray at her while earth pigeons fly out of his sleeve.

Fizzarolli: ♫ PLEASE LOOK AT THIS! ♫

Fizzarolli grows more and more upset as she grabs Striker by the collar and holds her hands on her head as Blitza walks the columns above her 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 she is atop a stack of boxes.

Fizzarolli: ♫ I regret every event that got me in this place! ♫

Blitza throws a stick of dynamite at Fizzarolli which not only she notices but the mafia goons who look up to Blitza who flips them off causing them to draw their guns.

Fizzarolli: ♫ This little song is driving me insane!♫

The gang fire at Blitza which Fizzarolli notices.

Fizzarolli: ♫ My exhaustion is audible! ♫

Fizzarolli winds up her left arm into a spring before punching Striker in the face.

Fizzarolli: ♫ Now, the ending is probable! ♫

Blitza 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 Blitza to leap onto her back.

Fizzarolli: ♫ So fuckiiin'... ♫

Fizzarolli leans back and slingshots forward into the hole with Blitza riding on her back, with the mafia gang watching.

Fizzarolli: ♫ BYE-BYEEE! ♫

Fizzarolli and Blitza flip everyone else off as they head out. As that happens the whole building starts 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 Fizzarolli and Blitza run free laughing as well. They both stop panting.

Fizzarolli: You know you're actually pretty good at this action hero bullshit!

Blitza: And you really know how to put on a show! (Gasps) Which is almost as impressive as the thing you said I was good at!

Fizzarolli laughs then stops when they both find a broken truck. They both give each other a smirk. Blitza breaks the window as they both head over to the truck and hotwire it. Blitza climbs over the front of the car and opens the door for Fizzarolli.

Blitza: I guess royal jesters first?

Fizzarolli bites her lip a little while looking away and somewhat covering her mouth before heading into the passenger's seat until she is dragged away by a rope. Blitza screams and looks out the window. She hears Fizzarolli screaming Blitza gets on the roof of the car and points a gun at them.

Blitza: Get... Your... FUCKING shit stain claws off her!

The smoke clears to show Striker with Fizzarolli in her arm, laughing manically with her blessed revolver in her hand.

Striker: You think I'm just gon' let you get away after all this?

Sge spins the revolver in her hand then sticks it in 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 him.

Fizzarolli: Okay... Is it bad that I'm getting wet?

Striker digs the revolver deeper into Fizzarolli's cheek as Blitza looks over at two gasoline cans behind him.

Striker: SHUT THE FUCK UP! WHY'S IT ALWAYS A SEX THING?!

Blitza sweats a little and shoots the gasoline cans which catches fire. Striker slowly turns away with a scared look as gasoline can explodes. Fizzarolli flies hitting a billboard and falling to the ground surrounded by green flames while Striker frantically rolls around on the ground to put out the flames on her making distressed noises before running off. Blitza looks at Fizzarolli, who is still surrounded by flames like she was many years ago in the circus fire. She tries to use her robotic limbs to reach a car and swing to safety, but her arms are too damaged and malfunction, sparking as she starts crying.

Blitza: FIIIIZZZZZ!

Blitza jumps on a barrel and rolls through the yard, jumping and grabbing onto swinging bars and springboarding off cars. She runs across the crane arm and uses her 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 her robotic arm and grabs onto the crane making them land safely. Blitza tries to comprehend on what just happened until Fizzarolli angrily and violently shakes her while yelling.

Fizzarolli: YOU BLEW ME UP AGAIN YOU FUCKIN' PRICK!

Blitza: I did... But this time I stuck around.

Fizzarolli moves away from Blitza holding her broken arm frowning but then smiles and wraps her in a hug with her working arm. Blitza who wasn't expecting it hugs her back while crying a bit.

Blitza: Wooooould iiit... Fuck up the moment if we made out right now?

Fizzarolli leans away and glares at her with annoyance her arm still wrapped around them. Blitza gives her a nervous but smug smirk.

Cut back to Stola Asmodeus and Crimson's lawyer. Stola is asleep with a contract on her head snoring like an owl. Contracts litter the table and Asmodeus is exhausted and pissed. She checks her watch again as the lawyer takes another sip from his coffee then Asmodeus stands up and slams the table immediately waking Stola up.

Asmodeus: THAT'S IT!

Asmodeus grabs the lawyer by the shirt as her flames grew higher and her face became redder.

Asmodeus: I'm going to fucking END YOUR LIFE!

Suddenly they hear the curtains they turn to see Fizarrolli enter the scene panting heavily while clenching his arm.

Asmodeus: FIZZY!

Asmodeus shoves the Lawyer into the chair and heads to Fizzarolli who tears up happily.

Fizzarolli: OZZIE!

Asmodeus scoops Fizzarolli up as they twirl around and hug for a moment, before Asmodeus affectionately showers Fizzarolli with kisses. Stola smiles before noticing the lawyer gathering up all the contract papers before leaving.

Stola: Hmm get fucked little one.

Stola then leaves the lawyer 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 her and Asmodeus standing above him. They smirk to one another before advancing on the shark demon.

Lawyer: OH MY SATAN!

Lightning strikes as it cuts to outside Asmodeus's office as she leaves with Fizzarolli in her arms closing the door behind her leaving demon blood on it.

Asmodeus: (sighs) I'm so glad you're okay, babe...

She 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 and Fizzarolli blushes from embarrassmen

Fizzarolli: Oz... You know there's eyes around...

Asmodeus: I know I don't care cuz they know if they tell anyone, I'll...

She punches a statue of a nude succubus right in the dick, causing a large crack and large chunks to fall off the statue.

Asmodeus: BREAK THEM.

After the succubi hear that they immediately leave the room. Fizz laughs while Asmodeus presses a buttons on the elevator.

Fizzarolli: Well don't worry today I learned that I hate going outside!

Asmodeus: You won't have to again.

Fizzarolli leans against her 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: It's okay Oz... Guess I'm just not used to this kind of thing.

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 her broken arm but still manages a thumbs up.

Fizzarolli: Soooo... besides my whole scary hostage thing, how was your day?

Asmodeus: Well I was stuck with Stola the whole time who by the way, asked me to give her one of my crystals, as a gift for Y/N and that guy you hate! So! I told her... "NO!" Mhmm! Maybe I might change my mind for Y/N if he asks me personally of course.

Fizzarolli:.......Meh... Fuck it. Let her have it.

Asmodeus: Excuse me?

Fizzarolli: Yeah why not? You could say...she 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 she 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... Obviously.

Fizzarolli laughs and cuddles with Asmodeus. The two open the door to the bedroom only to find Y/N laying on the bed without a shirt.

Y/N: Room for one more?~

Asmodeus: Remember that schedule you told this morning?

Fizzarolli: (Gasp) You mean me you and Y/N are gonna?-

Asmodeus nods then giving Y/N a wink.

Fizzarolli: Best. Night. EVER!

Y/N: Come here you two let's get this party started.

The door then closes as the sounds of moaning echoed from the bedroom.