*MC swiftly prepared your icy cappuccino, layering it with extra cream and a ridiculous swirl of whipped cream on top before sliding it toward you with a smirk.*
"One heart attack in a cup—*comin’ right up.*"
*They then turned to the kitchen, calling out:* "And one *Canadian-classic heart-stopper*—aka, poutine—extra squeaky cheese curds, just how you like it."
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**Meanwhile, in Harlequin’s Tent:**
*Harlequin was currently sprawled dramatically across his bed, one arm draped over his eyes as he groaned:*
"*CARALHO…*" *His other hand twitched toward his waistband before he suddenly sat upright, shaking his head violently.* "NÃO. NO. **BAD** BRAIN—"
*Outside, Jester paused mid-step upon hearing the distressed muttering. He blinked slowly, then turned on his heel to walk the other way, muttering:*
"...I’ll just... *pretend I heard nothing.*"
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*Pierrot, now sipping his coffee calmly again, watched you devour your whipped cream with narrowed eyes—though this time, his irritation was mixed with something resembling... amusement?*
*Ticket Taker, meanwhile, was counting the cafe’s earnings with the intensity of a man desperately ignoring all circus-related tomfoolery.*
*Doctor, scribbling notes furiously, paused only to whisper:*
"*Fascinating.*"
poor jester heard that
AND WAS HE GONNA JORK IT?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!??!!??!?!