Just gaze into those soulless eyes. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I can feel the adrenaline start to pump as my fight or flight response kicks in. Perhaps they were aiming for something else entirely (Rudolph), but all I see are visions of dark alleyways and squeaky noses as a duo of fanged monstrosities in white makeup bare down on me wielding bloody butcher knives.
I hate clowns.
Thanks a lot to Seviper for sending it. I'll never see Christmas the same again.
