The nurses leave and a group of male clowns enters; all of them carry measuring tape. They take your measurements and and one clown leaves the room.
He come back, carrying a bundle of clothes. He and the other clowns help you put them on: an enormously baggy pair of red and blue polka dot bikini briefs; yellow and white striped socks that reach up to your knees; baggy blue and yellow checkered pants; a white button up shirt and blue vest; and an enormous buffy blue bow tie. The clowns put your feet into a pair of enormous bubble toed yellow shoes with orange wingtips and yellow laces, and as a final touch place a yellow derby on top of your shiny bald clown head.
The clown who brought the clothes takes you aside and shows you a full length mirror. You look and giggle at your appearance.
You look like a clown.
You ARE a clown. And you don't want to be anything else.
"These clothes, of course, are free," he tells you. "More will be sent to your room, and charged on your bill."
You thank him and the other clowns and walk out, to enjoy Pleasure Island.