You step out of your booth to take a break from the circus. The circus is still as noisy as ever, but it's better outside than inside.

Cash Buckzo, who lives in your neighboring tent, walks over to you.

How's the whole circus shithole going? It can be hard to find suckers to sell shit to. Especially for a newbie like you.

He takes a long drag from his cigar and glances at the merchandise at your booth.

You know, everyone's always here for the motherfuckin' clowns, but your little setup ain't bad.

Bet ya make a decent pile selling this shit, huh?