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Epilogue: The Clown
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Your eyes open eagerly to the light of the world as you are released from the asylum.  
You leave the journey you just endured behind you only to find an even more difficult one 
in front of you.  You know the world's gonna throw everything its got at you, but your ready 
for it. Oh wait... No your not.  But due to budget cuts the asylum really just had to let you
go.

You walk aimlessly through the world.  Unable to function normally you drop out of school, quit
your job, and live on the streets.  To keep Warm you steal a Green trash can, punch holes in it,
and stick your head and arms through the holes.  For pants, you find a stylish, oversized pair of 
white pants with tapered red pockets.  Because they don't understand your keen sense of fashion, 
the neighborhood kids pelt your garbage shirt with eggs, leaving yellow spots! Even better!

One day a volunteer from the homeless shelter visits you.  You find her fair face and blonde hair 
comforting.  But whoops!  She tried to clean the egg off your trash can suit.  Crazy girl should've 
known better than to do that.  You sweep her off her feet, make helicopter noises, and bring her to 
your secret lair.  You think you should feed her, but your not sure what young  girls are eating these days.  
You used to like pizza, but your parents always had mushrooms on their pizza.  You decide that your not really 
qualified to argue what is and what is not good food, only good fashion, so you feed the girl the fungi that's 
been growing all around the lair.  It seems to placate her for now as she doesn't do anything but drool and
drone on about how she can see a road in the stars.

Eventually the mushrooms run out and you head outside to find something else.  While collecting roses for 
her to chew on you are approached by a curios man with the worst fashion you've ever seen.  Blue suits do 
not go with Red ties, nope! Not at all!  He flashes you a golden star and begins to talk to you in a thick 
Italian accent.  You don't catch everything he's saying as you are wondering what the moon tastes like,
but he seems to be looking for a young blonde girl.  You shout "You'll never rescue her!" and laugh 
maniacally as you run back to your cardboard box.  Inside he spots the girl.  Despite the volley of
wind up toys and lit matches you throw at him, he grabs the girl walks away.  

This exact same sequence of events happens again a year later.  And the year after that.  And the year
after that... and the year after that...........  and the year after that........................
and the year after that........................................