You hear music and laughter as you approach the run down tent. It smells of popcorn, burning, and rot. The dull tent is dimly lit by old lanterns that flicker in the wind. As you enter you hear a voice say. For this next trick I'll need a volunteer! Ah, you'll do nicely! You're siezed by many small paws who drag you on stage and down to your knees in front of the clown. Why don't you open wide for me? No! Wider! She approaches with a hose, ready to pump you up with a devilish grin.
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