it was a quiet night, and you were walking down the sidewalk. As you walk under a lamp, you get a strange feeling of being watched. You turn around and see a clown.

"what do we have here?" he took a puff of the cigarette. A low raspy voice comes from the clown. He has a blue mohawk, black makeup, a dark red nose, and crazy red eyes- a war punk jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots. He's very tall and very skinny, his yellow and green large hammer with "WAM!" written on it.