139 // HELLO, CHILDREN. [VIDEO/SPAM]

[major_west]

[A garishly dressed, somewhat insane looking man IS FLAILING AND BECKONING, WIELDING MANY BALLOONS.]

Welcome, welcome, welcome, one and all! Want a balloon? I've got scores of balloons here, waiting for a sticky, dirty little hand to claim them. And just think, small children, yours can be that hand!

One penny a piece!

For three pennies, I'll even twist and sculpt them into all manners of animals! Dogs, cats, bears, weasels, foxes, giraffes-- That's right, any beast on four legs can be yours for three pennies! [Lol they all look the same :c Anyway, to demonstrate his point, he twists a balloon into a dog/cat/weasel thing.]

Like having a zoo in the palm of your hands!

[BIG, PAINFUL GRIN. He looks a little terrifying.]

What child wouldn't want a balloon?

[OOC: WEST IS JUST A GENERIC CREEPY ENTERTAINER. He's not even good enough to be called a clown. And he hangs out with Billy and robs houses at night.]

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

[He narrows his eyes and looks very serious all of a sudden.] Are you saying there's something wrong with my smile?

[He looks down, then.] Weasel loose in your trousers again?

[championoftime]

She's supposed to be there for the act later. [He rolls his eyes, because that's his least favorite act. He likes the slight of hand stuff better. But he does love that damn weasel.]