The Third Story the Clown Never Told

You seem frightened. Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got’em…?

One day, I went to the dentist for a routine checkup. Same dentist I’ve gone to several times before. But, on this day in particular, he seemed very… perturbed.

So, there I was, semi-sedated, at the mercy of a man with nothing to live for, at the end of his rope, with no more marbles to lose. I thought I was a goner.

But then Fate shined down upon me, because he left the room. And, while he was out, I managed to fight and overcome the drugs, pulling myself up through the mouth clamps, doing this (displays mouth scars) in the process. I grab one of the dentist’s tools off the tray and wait for him to return. When he finally comes back in, leaning over me, I sink it into his neck. And as he bled out on the linoleum floor, I knelt down and asked him,

“Why so serious?”

Later I found out his wife had left him for a yoga instructor.

Oh, well. C'est la vie…Hee-Hee-Hee!!!