Ok, I'm through now. Uh, Bonnzo, Oompaa, your'e not mad at me now, are you?
I mean there's no place for angry clowns, and disgruntled agents here, you know. Where's your bleeding sense of humour anyways? All those clips are prime material. Cinematic gold.
Ok, so I took a bit of poetic liscense in my interpretation of you two. I'm an artist moulding reality. An artist with a conscience. Torn between the good and evil, of the clown culture. Rebuking twisted clowns, in their double mission of mischeif. Sending their agents, into a downward spiral of drinking and clown abuse!
Poes Law, cannot be broken, even by a clown, Bonnzo. Busted! Your assignment. To come up with something funny, that doesn't clash with sensitivities, or vanish in the mists of fundamentalist objectivity. Till then, you'll be in the custody of someone with a sense of humour.