A Conversation Between Angels LXXXI

“Binky!”

“What?”

“Why are you slapping yourself?!”

“Because Fudgy, I’m trying to get some color in my face, they won’t let us have make-up, we have to wear white, and I’m just trying to do something so I can entertain some people.”

“Well I do understand that. Without my balloon animals, without my red nose, without my props, I don’t know how to be funny.”

“I spent my life as a clown, I don’t know how to not be a clown.”

“I don’t know what could be worse.”

“If we’d been mimes we wouldn’t know what to say.”

 

 

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