When Brian arrived, Bridget invited him up to her room with the intention of clowning him up, but things didn't go as planned. She had played it cool, not mentioning how upset she was that he'd cheated and making him think that she'd forgiven him. She took her shirt off so he'd do the same, and they both removed their shoes, but before she could grab his uncovered feet, he was grabbing her and as they were making out, she lost focus. After a few minutes of heavy petting, he made a move to go further, and she remembered the ointment.
"How about a foot rub?" she blurted out of nowhere, struggling to get back on track.
Bridget, grabbed the bottle and shook some ointment into her hand. She reached for Brian's feet but he pulled them away before she could grab them. Misunderstanding her, Brian grabbed her feet and started kneeding them with his meaty fingers.
"Sure, babe," said Brian, "anything for my girl."
'Now I'm his girl?' thought Bridget, 'who was I when he was cheating on me?'
Trying to get back on track, Bridget tried to remember what type of clown she was going turn him into.
"Hey, hon, who's your favorite clown?"
Bridget was clearly horrible at subtlety, but rather than get suspicious, Brian laughed at the absurdity of the question.
"Um, hunh, tough question. The only two I can think of by name are Bozo and Ronald McDonald, but I wouldn't say they're my favorites per se. You know, I did always laugh when I saw a clown get a pie in the face. Didn't Bozo have a female assistant clown who got pied sometimes? Or, you know who looked really good with pie on her face? Natalie Wood in The Great Race! That movie was awesome! They did some other great clown bits in it too, with Professor Fate always saying 'Push the button, Max!' and everything falling apart all over him. Ha! That was a classic."
Bridget nodded along with his words as he massaged her feet, unaware that the ointment on her hands was soaking into her and disappearing. When he finished, she gave him a foot massage, finally concentrating on the clown that she wanted to make of him, but unaware that the ointment had already been used up. After rubbing his feet, she casually kicked him out with a sense of smug satisfaction.
Bridget couldn't wait to see Brian's transformation.