[color=92278f][h3]Bo-Bonesword : Change of Plans[/h3][/color]

Yep. These were zombie clowns that ate people.

And Bo-Bonesword just gave them the idea that if they speak the language of their prey, they will succeed.

This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. The once-skeleton almost began to panic before he realized something that would make the situation... well... better for the people in the city. It would be riskier than all hell, but it'd hopefully work. Bo-Bonesword spoke up to the exiting Klown, who he shall dub 'Simon' for the time being, and he tried to wordsmith his way through this situation. If all else fails, there was still another potential way that Bo-Bonesword could save the residents of the city.

[color=92278f][b]"You speak the language pretty well, but I'd hate to tell you that it isn't good enough,"[/b][/color] the purple and green clown started. [color=92278f][b]"Our prey won't be as willing to be lured in like that. Everyone needs to make jokes. Jokes and puns. We have to make these jokes if we want to be [i]punny![/i] Ahahaha~!"[/b][/color] The once-skeleton was afraid of what was going to happen next, but he was ready to cut through the tent in any case and beeline towards the entrance to the mile.