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Nobody knows what exactly the clown did to upset the young girl at the nameless-for-legal-reasons pizza place. Maybe he popped her favorite giraffe. Maybe he gave her that insolent look so many clowns have (you know the one). Either way, she spent the next twenty years studying the dark arts just to get her revenge. And it worked.

Doomed to a twisted rubber existence, now he roams the carnival circuit, his painted-on grin forever stretched wide, cursed with a hunger for his own kind. Balloons fear him. Clowns whisper his legend. Children mock me when I tell this story. And somewhere, a witch laughs.

You could wear this shirt as a warning… but honestly, it’s already too late.