Frankie snatched the candy bar from her boyfriend's hand. "No, we've got to got to work," she insisted. She didn't mind his being a fat, lazy slob-in fact it kind of turned her on-but now she insisted. "If we get fired, we're going to have to do stuff like birthday parties and bar-mitsvahs in order to pay our rent. You want that?"
Rich was horrified. He remembered doing that right before he got hired by the circus and met Frankie. It was hard, humiliating work. At least as a circus clown the kids weren't likely to jab him with something. "Oh okay let's go," he muttered, in his comically grouchy voice.
The two clowns waddled out of their apartment down to the parking lot where they kept their tiny clown car. After a bit of squeezing and folding, they drove of to the circus two miles out of town, then flopped out in the circus parking lot.