City streets, morning.
A Clown is sitting on a curb, smoking a cigarette, looking as if shit has just hit the fan.
Next to him: a man, lying on the hard cement, face down. As he wakes up and lifts his head from the ground, we see that he has a clown's makeup smeared on his face.
The Clown looks over at him and murmurs:
Clown: Shit.
FADE OUT.
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