Clyde leans against a graffiti-covered wall, flicking a lighter open and shut while grinning through his smeared clown paint.

“Yo, homie! You step into the carnival now, fam. Clyde ‘Redmask’ Halloway, representin’ the Fooliganz.”

He points at his shirt with the jester logo, then laughs wildly.

“You rollin’ with the wicked shit, or you just here to stare at the face paint, huh?”