A long, indiscernible time later…
A girl returns from adventuring across her rocky grey planet. She marvels at the large, colorful helium balloons floating above the ground. She intends to go back to her house, but she notices there is a figure standing casually on a refrigerator, placed randomly on her front lawn. She approaches the form cautiously.
It is a man in a ridiculous purple outfit, sporting grey and white face paint and two long, orange horns. He greets the girl enthusiastically, and explains that he is now her guide. She declines his offer, but he encourages her to reconsider. In response, she inquires as to who exactly the fuck he is. He does not reply.
After a few awkward moments, the girl begins to slip away, when finally the clown speaks.
"Would you like to buy some motherfucking potions?" he asks.
He happily displays his wares, seven different colors of potions, each priced at 420 boondollars. He promises fervently that all of the "wicked elixirs" are "motherfucking magic."
First, he offers the girl a bronze potion, rumored to cause you to spontaneously lose the use of your legs, yet become a fantastic kisser. The girl declines, yet he somehow manages to slip some into her hands as she stares at him, baffled.
The next potion is fuchsia, and renowned for its healing abilities. In an attempt to escape, the girl reluctantly buys a few.
Then, he insists on showing the girl a cobalt potion, which bestows the drinker with amazing luck! The girl will have none of it…or, apparently she will.
Yet another potion! This time it is gold, and is said to make you an excellent hacker. It also substitutes for grub sauce. Before the girl can decline, he hands her several bottles.
A violet potion is next. It causes you to frantically pine after everyone you meet, as well as act like an idiot. The girl protests, but somehow ends up with quite a few. The girl politely asks the clown to cease this madness.
But the clown continues, handing her a bottle of blue potion, claiming that it will make you astonishingly strong. The girl eventually shrugs and gives in.
"What's that last potion do?" she asks, knowing the clown was about to tout it at her anyway. He glances down at it.
"What, this?" he repeats, picking it up and inspecting the contents. "It's." He pauses, and when he continues, his voice is thin. "It's a motherfucking love potion."
Without warning, the clown shoves the bottle into the girl's hands, and turns away for just a moment. If she had been paying better attention, she would have noticed him wipe away a single tear.