"I, ah, want to be a clown," you say, a little embarrassed.
"A clown?" Tonya asks quizzically.
"Yes," you rely. You had always liked clowns and wanted to be one-but simply could never afford the costume or supplies or training. Now's your chance to be one-for real, not simply a performer in makeup and costume. "You do offer that option don't you?"
"Of course we do." Tonya looks at her computer screen and types at several keys. "Not only can we make you look like one, we can give you a silly voice, big feet that really fill up those shoes, and even implant a full knowledge of clown routines and jokes, both practical and impractical, into your head. So," she says as she looks back up at you, "what sort of clown do you want to be?"