[color=92278f][h3]Bo-Bonesword - Carnival of Crazies[/h3][/color]

[color=92278f][b]"What have I gotten into now..."[/b][/color] whispered the clown swordsman, nicknaming whatever he was into Bo-Bonesword. He saw the various bags of pink and red strewn about, and he really didn't want to know what was inside those bags, rather he kind of just wanted to get out. He didn't know what he was truly supposed to do right now, but he felt like it involved killing these clowns and... saving the day? 

Bo-Bonesword didn't really [i]do[/i] that, but he guessed he had to now. 

He waddled around comically, trying to form a plan in his head, taking everything in with each step. There was the stupid idea of simply burning down the damn tent, and honestly it probably would work. These clowns seemed just as prone to fire as any other clown, maybe even more so. However, the rain would be a bit problematic for that situation. 

Maybe he could try just being himself? That seemed like a good idea at first, but then the realization that these clowns wield toy ray-guns that are probably actual ray-guns just made it a lot worse. Plus, he's pretty sure his swords would be kind of useless considering the situation and the physics.

In any case, he had to try and figure out what he was doing right now. This may very well blow his cover, but it was a risk he had to take. Bo-Bonesword walked towards the lanky clown in front of him and spoke up, his voice sounding quite sillier than normal. [color=92278f][b]"Excuse me friend, why exactly are you [i]clowning[/i] about in here? I hope it's not any [i]funny business[/i]!"[/b][/color]