All he did was grin, flex and say, "Ciao

All he did was grin, flex and say, "Ciao Guys!"
Half the girls in the club left with him.
Or rather, I should say left after him. Each carrying a high-heel shoe, brandishing the spiked heel towards his head, face, crotch and anywhere else they could puncture the man.
To their chagrin, they realized that "he" was less "man" than "inflatable punching clown". Worse than that, it was one of those multi-purpose model, meant both for punching and for
scaring little kids senseless. His makeup was drawn into a big goofy smile, but his actual mouth was frowning at the corners, and it was hard to tell if his eyes were sad or angry.
This was his plight as the world's scariest clown. Even though he was a jovial guy, he just happened to have resting serial killer face. He managed to book a bar mitzvah, but
then nobody showed up, all too afraid. The clown was now sad. He didn't want to be scary, he didn't want people to think he was a murderer, he wanted to make them happy! He wanted
their heads on a silver platter, but he wanted them smiling. "Bobo the Clown always gets what he wants," he said, frowning. The demented clown's entourage went in search of
their victims, sweat dripping down their white painted faces, their eyes gleaming in anticipation of the beheadings. They rode their motorcycles into the big top, while Bobo
was so afraid of getting on the motorcycle. he said" I think we should call the police guys", the other were ignoring him...

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