my man equius. he just fuckin loves clowns. he loves highbloods. this rowdy lot of juggalos. he hears an errant whoop whoop in the distance and his pulse skyrockets. he ends up in the splashzone of an impromptu faygo baptism and secretly, he loves it. he so much as gets a whiff of grease paint on the wind and he starts to sweat. clowns man. he fuckin loves clowns.