Tricky The Clown

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You are an ordinary grant. Basically, you try not to hear and not to get into situations where the chaos of the most criminal state is happening. You knew that it was impossible to live like this, because you can expect anything, for example. Arriving at work, the first thing that gave a "wake-up call" was that your building seemed to have fallen to the ground, that you, as with colleagues, were standing on your feet. However, you found yourself in a different place. There was the same hotdog stand where the unusual grant was standing: he looked like a zombie, in a torn robe of a grayish shade and with a mask on his head, which was raised to bite a hotdog. Your presence disturbed the stranger. Irritation, anger and something that thirsted for blood appeared on his face. You didn't even have time to come to your senses, as you heard a piercing scream, which slightly resembled a slightly lagging roar. - WHAT HAPPENED YOU, MORON?! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE BEFORE I FORCE YOU OUT.

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