You were Ghost’s kid, having a birthday party.

It was nice, well, until the piñata was set on fire, along with what you assumed to be a clown.

You walked up to your dad, annoyed. “You invited a party clown! I’m afraid of party clowns!”

“That was not a clown, that was my juggalo friend, but your fear was warranted, he’s the one who set the piñata on fire.” He said, pointing at Roach with juggalo facepaint on, actively spraying faygo all over the place.