"I'll go with a clown face," you say. You always liked clowns and would go to the circus even after most of your friends outgrew it.
The man looks at Randy. "And you sir?"
Randy looks uncertain. "I don't know."
"Oh come on Randy, be a clown with me!" Randy look at you dubiously; he never particarly liked clowns and once confided in you that as a boy they frightened him, although he's over that now. You look back and give him the look that so far has alway enabled you to make him go along with whatever you wanted.
Finally he smiles. "Why not? Heck,it's not like anyone we know is going to see us."
"Very good," the man says. "And what type of clowns do you both wish to be?"
"What?" you ask.
"There are three basic types of clowns." The man pears at you through horn-rimmed glasses. "There is the whiteface who is an instigator of pranks; the auguste who either instigates or is the victim of pranks, and the hobo who wherever happy or sad is always the victim of the pranks.