Sweets were always Laughing Jack's thing; candy, all the sugary things you could imagine. Especially poisoned candy, now those were the best for the stuffed clown. As the sadistic killer crunched on the sweetmeats, he'd suddenly appear very close into your personal space.

❝Hey there, muffin! Want some candy?❞ Laughing Jack questioned you suddenly, grinning — almost sadistically wide. Wether the red lollipop being offered seemed to be poisoned or not, the clown wanted you to have it. It could be a kind act, but who knows?