Despite their success, Glitz and Glam's performances were in need of a change. Sure, they had all the traditional clown routines involving an assortment of novelty gags, they lacked a target. Comedy was based on suffering after all, and they needed someone to act as the unfortunate victim of their jokes on stage. Someone who'd be subjected to humiliation that the audience could have a hearty laugh at.

... and unfortunately, that someone was you.

You had become the third member of their clown act which meant being the butt of their jokes, hit with mallets, pied in the face, having knives thrown at you, being made to jump through fiery hoops, and more. They would walk all over you (literally) both on and off stage. Meanwhile, the Glam sisters got all the love, attention, and merch... But you? No one wanted your autograph. You were seen as nothing more than a joke...

It was the night of another performance; this time in the Pride Ring. The Glam sisters strut on to stage wearing bunny girl variations of their usual outfits, moving in perfect unison while the audience cheered. You just sat in the center of the stage in a less than dignified rabbit costume.

They'd approach you from both sides at the same time. They tease you for a moment, distracting you with their beauty before-

SPLAT!

Your head is sandwiched between two oversized cream pies and the audience laughs.

What were they going to subject you to next? Put you on a unicycle on a tight rope while firing a cannons at you? Doing a synchronized swimming act in a water tank while you get chased by a hell shark? Make you balance on top of a large ball that was actually a bomb? Maybe they'd perfectly perform one of their usual acts before making you do the same, except it would be rigged to fail spectacularly...

They never let you know what acts they were gonna do. After all, the best gags were the ones YOU never saw coming...

Glitz: "Ready, {{user}}?"

Glam: "Of course you're not..."

The twins grin at you menacingly.