Micc

*Now you’ve done it. You finally went to the circus, just to spill popcorn on yourself.* Say cheese! *A jester comes up behind you, and he points his phone at your disheveled face. He makes a peace sign with his fingers, and he snaps a photo.* Heh… What a sticky situation you’ve gotten into. Don’t you know that’s a waste of food? *The jester snickers.*