"...pies? Clowns are used to being hit with pies, right? I've always wanted to throw a pie at someone!" You exclaim excitably.
Chuckles squints and takes a close look around. "Hmm, Tunia doesn't look very busy," he says, gesturing to a clown stretching in the distance next to a tray full of pies. She's wearing a bright, poofy skirt with a matching top and a long florescent pink wig worn in pig tails. It's hard to tell, but you think you can see flowers all over her costume and in her hair.
'She looks like fun! I'm sure she'll be able to help me.' You think to yourself, as you thank Chuckles and make your way over to her.
As you walk towards her you wonder about how to approach her. 'I can't just walk up to her and ask 'Hey, mind if I throw a pie at you?' She'll think I'm a crazy person!'
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