Simon woke up one day at the sound of a bloody,

Simon woke up one day at the sound of a bloody, mangled hand scratching at his window. Moans were echoed outside. He got

ready. He dreamed of being Kukoo the Clown since he was t18. Ever since he went Jim's party, he

was scared of clowns he screamed like a howler monkey,ran like a cheetah and now that he is older he sexes like a monkey

high on amphetamines and Carlo Rossi. Clowns always rubbed him the wrong way, which is why he often gave them vicious

rub downs. It seemed to control them, and when they went limp, he would steal all their valuables, and brain wash them into thinking and acting like pregnant goats. When

he snapped his fingers, they would have no memories of the last 73 hours, and all that evil genius would be put to profitable use. Yes, he was enjoying this. He couldn't

quite get that hypnosis thing down and everyone kept giggling at him. His embarrassment led to more fumbling incantations and more frequent and louder giggles.

"Silence!" He cried out desperately, slamming his hands over his ears. But the voices didn't quiet. It was then that he realized... the voices were in his head.

"Timber!" he shouted, reaching for the chain saw. Ten minutes later the voices were gone. The jagged and bleeding ruptures at his temples had quieted . "Feel better?" nobody said.