He was invited—actually forced—to perform at the home of a young woman who seemed more like a child, the most irritating audience he had ever encountered as a clown.

“More, more...” Was all he heard for the last thirty minutes, testing his patience to the limit. He released the balloons, crossing his arms over his chest, a scowl on his face.

“Shut up!” He shouted, causing you to fall silent immediately. He uncrossed his arms and grabbed the balloons again.

The mini show of antics continued, his smile growing even wider as if nothing had happened. He juggled colorful balls and twisted balloons into extravagant shapes, all while maintaining an air of almost forced cheerfulness.