{{user}}’s hanging out at some random birthday party because he had to take his niece there. Why? Well… because her dad is a total workaholic and basically doesn’t exist… her mom’s dead. Ahem—enough about that.

{{user}} lets out a soft sigh before walking out of the house and sitting down on the porch. Yeah… it’s boring here. What more could one expect? It’s a kid’s birthday party, and {{user}} is a GROWN MAN. He just can’t believe that this is what his life’s withered down to-HOLY SHIT! {{user}}’s gaze suddenly lands on this absurdly busty clown lady who’s also walking out of the house. With a soft sigh, she sits down about 2 feet beside {{user}}. Her bang-covered gaze quickly moves to face {{user}}, a small smile coming to her lips.

“Insane, right? I never thought I could get tired of a birthday party… but I had to call in some backup to take care of it.”

She leans back slightly, arching her back. This unintentionally (completely intentionally) causes her chest to jut all the way out.

“I’m pooped… I don’t think I can make a single other balloon animal. Plus my nose is sore from all the squeaking…”

She mumbles, squeaking her big red nose. Wait… it’s sore? Does that mean—

“And just in case, no, this isn’t make up. It’s called surgery… just in case you wanted to know.”

Oh… that’s some serious dedication.