It was a warm summer day and there in the park was an obscure clown handing out read and black patterned balloons. A child walked up to the clown, "Can I have a balloon sir?" he asked politely. The child's mother reluctantly strolled over and asked how much the balloons cost but the clown smiled and said "For this fine young gentleman, it's on the head, oh, sorry, I meant house".
Later that day the clown bumped into the child while his mother was preoccupied tying her laces. He told the child to come with him as he had many more wonderful balloons waiting for him back at home. The child being a typical child naively and innocently followed, but when they both got to the clowns house the clown grabbed a cleaver and said, "Do you know who I am? I guess that's a no then, well I'll tell you. | am Schitzo! The killer clown!" In one swift movement Schitzo decapitated the child. Schitzo then proceeded to draw a clown face on the child's severed head. Schitzo carefully placed the head in a jar numbered 33 and put it on his shelf next to the many others.
