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Hey yo, it's Marina here. As you know, we've been pretty busy saving the world and all, but come ON, we need some FUN. Cut us some slack, earthlings! So one bright sunny perfectly stereotypical day, Eight and I decided to go to a fun fair, but little did we know that some serious sh*t was about to go down…
The fateful day:
"TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! TWO BIG FAT LOVELY BALLOONS!", yells this overweight clown with blue fluffy hair. He's wearing something like an orange prison jumpsuit with pink polka-dots all over it. Revolting.
It's true, the balloons are massive. I'd say each of them are the size of over-inflated yoga balls. I tug on Eight's hand, "hey, I'd like one of those." We approach the clown and he flashes us a what I swear is an evil grin. He grins at us so wide that I think all that paint on his face is just going to crack into tiny pieces, hopefully causing his head to explode. "Ooooh," he giggles, "two birds with one stone."
I try not to laugh. He talks exactly like Goofy, from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Eight frowns, "what?"
"Ooooo, nothing, nothing, here you go my two little pieces of meat, free of charge!"
Oh-kayyy, his idea of a joke is DEFINITELY weird. Whatever, we take the balloons anyway. I turn to Eight, my eyes dancing, and we share a long kiss. Don't ask me why we just kiss like that. After all that we've been through, it just seems right to seize every moment.
We turn back to the ugly clown, but he's gone, probably disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly, the balloons in our hands glow bright red and it beeps like a time bomb. Sh*t.