The Clown God began to fill his pocket dimension, just to see what it'd be like to actually play God and give random things sentience. He started with squirrels. All they cared about was their nuts. He then gave turtles sentience, hearing one of them talk

"Why the fuck would I want to face off against a goddamn rabbit? Dude's gonna fuck a lot then die young. I'm still gonna fuck a lot, but I outlive his ass in the long term. Fuck this race shit."

Panzer chuckled and sighed, getting an alert for Jessalyn coming out to play finally. He smirked, and his tiny camera popped up the image for him and played her promo for him.

"She sounds like a fucking idiot, doesn't she?"

Panzer nodded, before smirking as the tortoise is sent to earth and PP looked at the tiny, microscopic camera

"Well, I procrastinated for too long. So, let me say something, shall I? I have given this all a pass, not taken it seriously, because, hey, who the fuck do people think I am? Not a goddamn clown? I don't care to learn anything about Jessalyn. So I'll mention something about how I am feeling. As if I'm gonna move on further than she will. The win I had with Maverick made me feel like well, I can do a lot more than anyone else. Or at least, more than Jessalyn would've been able to do. So when it comes to this match, when it comes down to what will be possible between her and I, well, she's going to be put down like it's the 1930s and I'm Nazi Germany. Cause she's , probably a Jewish person too. I'm joking. Not a good joke, don't give a shit.

Jessalyn, when we have our match, you'll be lucky to win. So will I. I'm fucking not giving a damn about you, and I'm trying to see how little I have to work in order to beat the brakes out of you. So, I guess we'll see, won't we?"