For some reason she couldn't figure-maybe it was the trip she got from the weed-Jezebelle said, "Why not a clown?" She didn't know why she picked that one, she never particuarlly liked clowns and thought they were rather pathetic.
"Very well," said the face paint lady, "what kind of clown do you want to be?"
"Huh?" was all Jezebelle could say.
"Well, there's the whiteface who acts as kind of a leader or straight man for the other clowns, the auguste who is a prankster or cut up, and either the happy or sad hobo who is always the butt of the other clowns' antics. Or I could make you an evil clown, like the Joker or Pennywise from Stephen King's IT."