[That sounds like a better use of their time, than becoming clown slayers? In fact, she starts to walk away regardless of whether or not he's following.]
[ he'll follow after her, but he's keeping his cotton candy stake in hand and his head on a swivel for any more jingling that wants to come their way! ]
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looks at the sad pile of confetti on the ground, becoming more of a paper puddle in the rain.]
I think you're giving them too much credit.
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lifts both of her eyebrows like, child. what kind of clown life are you leading?
somewhere in the background, someone jingles ominously.]
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Shhh! There's another one!
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Or, we could just leave.
[That sounds like a better use of their time, than becoming clown slayers? In fact, she starts to walk away regardless of whether or not he's following.]
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Oh.
Right.
[ he'll follow after her, but he's keeping his cotton candy stake in hand and his head on a swivel for any more jingling that wants to come their way! ]