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Exactly, consider your's truly! Did I choke up and go off to cry in a corner when I slaughtered my... slaughtered my... my... my... Oh Gods. I am so so sorry. I... I can't even... *The Ringmaster Closes his eyes for a moment. He seems far less cheerful now. He seems almost grave.* Clown. I've gone back and studied what you said, and you are a very silly little creature. You obviously know exactly what you're doing, and survive it simply out of a callow disregard for human life, or some other such agenda. The mask of insanity that you place before yourself simply serves to prevent others from discovering that fact. You see the world as a game yet wish to break every last piece, probably in part because you know that the game would never end otherwise. The game would go on, and you would be forgotten. You won't let that happen. When the King is captured, the board and every last piece will collapse within upon itself, and cease to exist, all for the pleasure of someone who cannot appreciate it. How very mature. No, wait, Clown is far to pretty to be the King. He will be the queen, and he shall be the most beautiful of Queens, detested by his subjects and beloved by his enemies. Yet, beyond all of this, there is madness within him, simply of a different sort. I can taste it, smell it, and it is what I hunger for. I have tasted many delicacies over the years, but Clown's psychosis is of a rare and particular strain that I long for above all others. I don't need it exactly, but I would very much like to sample it, at the very least. I h n s l th nk tha Oh d ar. . It s ms hat e m a i...
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