I find this SWEET morsel of a man in my circus tent, and cannot wait to eat him! I pick him right up, ready to chow down, when STOP! He asks for three wishes before he's consumed. Intrigued, I ask him what his row requests are,
Wish One: To smell my stinky clown breath
Wish Two: Two watch me eat food. (Perhaps to imagine how he himself will look while being crunched up?
Wish Three: To explore my clown mouth
I've never been one to resist playing my food, so of course I agree to the d.ying man's requests!