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Part 2: Entering Ozzie's

Entering Ozzie's what? Oh I'm talking about the restaurant. The strip club/restaurant/AIDS hotspot. After forcing through the forcefeildd once you enter the lust ring, you see demons of all kind clad in skanky clothing. You search around getting even more horny than you already were except that jester boy is the only one that Cana fulfill this desire. You finally come across this large lettireing and since you barely passed kindergarten, but still passed nonetheless, you made it out to say "Ozzie's". Bingo. Boioioioonng. You walk up to the door to be stopped by this non hunky unattractive bodyguard 🙄. "Where's your date?" He quickly realizes you're forever alone. "Gotta have a date to get in here." And to him this conversation is over. But then something magical happens. Through the power of your untreated, lifelong battle with schizophrenia, a demon that you once again get to choose the look for appears out of thin air. "Oh, my bad. Step this way." The bodyguard says letting you inside (the building). You and your schizomagical date take a seat at a table closest to the stage through sheer luck and plot convenience. One of the waitresses walks over and takes one look at both of you and says "uhuh y'all some ugly fuckers 😭 " (jk she don't know what she talking abt u both beautiful biotches) and walks off to get you both an bottle of champagne each for free because she feels sorry for you. Sooner rather than later, the room goes dark and spotlights begin to shine all around the stage. A scratchy voice comes 😩 over the intercom; "Ladies and Gentlemen and everyone else... Ozzie's is proud to welcome all you horny dipshits to this once in a lifetime fuckton full of fucking horny fucking!" A skinny demon with very stretchy limbs slides down a pole in the center of the stage. Your heart skips a beat when you realize who it is. It's the jester boy! Your eyes grow wide as you are soon solely focused on his figure bouncing across the stage to and fro. "Wait. What's happening!?" Your imaginary friend begins to disperse once you fully forget about them. "Mommy/papa, wait! Wait you gave me my life! Don't let me die..." came the sad, glass shattering screeches from the imaginary demon as their very essence of being leaves in a slow, torturous way. Now you have two free bottles of champagne for yourself. "I am the one and only Fizzarolli, head fucker (literally) for Asmodeus himself, the Lord of Lust! He's here tonight with me as well as our lovely friends Verosika MayDay, The Slimy Suckers, Thiccthisesavelives, and the world famous DicknBaus hotdogs to give all you thirsty bastards your refreshments, plus a very special performance done by none other than the two of us at the end of the night. Now, let's give it up for VM and her seductive show of sexy!" The crowd appluases as
Fizz takes his place at a nosebleed booth at the top of the stage with a glowing set of eyes that you assume can only belong to Ass Modes? You hadn't been in hell long at all and you suck ag remembering names. You just remember Fizz because it rhymes with Jizz. You don't know who this Ass Modes is but you are determined that Fizz will be yours instead by the end of the night. You aren't paying attention to the sex going on onstage but rather your eyes are cast up to the top, where you can barely make out Fizz's facial expressions. He and Ass are watching the show go on below, occasionally elbowing each other or making certain faces. You are bored out of your mind and it's going to be a long time before you get to see fizz-dick so you get out your special crack rocks and pipe. You light it up biotch and get so high you don't even remember where your private are but your rlly horny and want to msaturbat so you begin frantically scratching and massaging everywhere from your forehead to shoulders and big toe trying to remember where your privates are. You never find them so you just assume you lost them and are gonna have to go the rest of your life not havign seggs just like you've done uo until now. But finally, the only thing able to snap you out of your high state is the appearance of Fizz and Ass Modes shadows covered by blue and purple smoke. Plus the smoke from your crack is covering your eyes. Without skipping a beat, the two are being all over each other using every part of their body in every way possible. You are filled with extreme lust yet also sadness because you know fizz is with another. You're also sad you still can't masterbateman. All of a sudden, a plot directing miracle happens. Fizz by chance makes eye contact with you and freezes in the middle of ******* Ozzie's ********. His eyes grow wide and his blush even darker. They finish the show, Fizz not putting in as much effort as he once was but still keeping enough interest so Ozzie didn't grow sussy. After the show, anyone not blacked out drunk or ******* applaud. The two leave for backstage but not before the imp man takes one small, longing look at you.