[color=808080]"BLEUHAAAAAHHHH!"[/color]

	A small grey creature, half the height of a full grown man fell from above, landing on it's head with a smacked in the middle of the group. It fell on it's front and groaned. It wore a green and black jester hat and same colored shorts, with white swirly paint on it's body and around it's eyes and face.
	Quaver pushed himself up and quickly shook his head, the bells of his hat jingling. He opened his glowing yellow orbs that he had for eyes and picked earwax out from his long goblin-like ear. He looked around and saw his surroundings. [color=808080]"Well well! Quaver's head is bashed, and now he thinks he's truly smashed! But where's the bottle, oh so nice? The rum or whiskey he drank in vice?"[/color] HIs voice rasped demonically. He grinned his crude pointed teeth and looked up. There in the tent's supports was a round bottle and a black staff with a cartoon-ish skull on the top, with three green and purple feathers attached to bells coming out it's jaw. He looked at the cat. [color=808080]"When's the show upcoming? It would be good for the purple cat's becoming!"[/color]
	The bottle tipped an fell on his head, breaking with the sound of glass. He fell over like a cartoon, onto a glass shard which gave him a yelp. He got up and pulled it out. [color=808080]"Looks like I have something to clean. Anybody got a broom?"[/color]