Bojangles had been standing before Azalea, watching her bend and contort her body in ways that would be painful if not impossible to most. His mouth was open—not agape—but his black, pointed tongue was pressed against his cheek as the jagged rows of his beastly teeth were revealed. “Ee~eh…” he breathed with intrigue as he watched her right herself and then bring her silvery eyes to his own black orbs. His tongue snaked from his cheek back into his mouth as he brought his teeth clinching together in a sinister smile. The glow of his eyes was gone, leaving only his hollow sockets as she strode past him into the Mess Hall without as much of a greeting. He turned his head over his shoulder as the glowing rings of his eyes rolled into place. It was a suspicious look as though he were making sure she was gone before they rolled to gaze about his surroundings, making sure no one else was around either.<br/><br/>The clown then brought his arms up to cross before his chest as he attempted to copy Azalea’s moves. As he leaned back, his balance wavered as he went collapsing to the ground as dust billowed about him. He continued to roll about on the ground, kicking up dust until his tendons emitted an excruciating popping as he somehow managed to make knots out of his arms and legs. “Ah! Ah!” Bo screamed as he hopelessly tried to untangle his limbs. He began to weep pathetically as he felt as though he were stuck. “Oh god, someone. Aa~ah!”<br/><br/>Suddenly, the clown rose to his feet. His eyelids hung half-lidded over his ghostly eyes as his lips were curled downward in a displeased scowl. No one came. He had made sure no one was around so…the clown blinked his eyes and started off to his tent. He shrugged his suspenders free and grasped the bottom of his tank and peeled it free, revealing the creamy curves of his abs and his solid pectorals. His torso had a red splotch on the front from the blood that blushed it. His black and white pants began to slowly tumble down his hips revealing his vibrant, yellow boxers and the smiley face making the largest, crazed grin across the back of his ass. He tucked his bloodied shirt in the crook of his right arm and his left hand held his pants up as he approached the tiny, blood-red tent. The tent was so small it came up to a man of average height’s knee.<br/><br/>Bending over, Bo’s legs curled beneath him before they stretched out once more like springs and launched him into the mini tent. There was a sudden splash as though there had been an indoor pool. “Ah! Hot, hot!” he exclaimed as the boiling of a Jacuzzi sounded from the tiny tent.<br/><br/>“Hey! It’s Booby!” a feminine voice shrieked. It sounded like one of the clown girls that had been raving in the sewer.<br/><br/>“Boobies? Where?” Bo queried.<br/><br/>“Booby-boo!”<br/><br/>“What are you doing in here in my hot tub?”<br/><br/>“It said it fits four, so why not?” came the other girl.<br/><br/>“True. I guess that makes sense then!”<br/><br/>“Yeah, it sure does!”<br/><br/>“Wait what is that?”<br/><br/>“Wha~! Look! Black sails! Its pirates!”<br/><br/>“Quick! Get the swords!”<br/><br/><em>Avast ye landlubbers! We come to take yer cauldron!</em><br/><br/>“Over my dead body!”<br/><br/>“Yeah! Get’em!”<br/><br/>The walls of the red tent flashed as cannons boomed and the clang of steel against steel ensued. There were roars of hundreds of could-be pirates engrossed in a sword battle. A few of the other performers couldn’t help but pause going to their tents as they heard the noise ensuing from the tiny tent. It was always so confusing, and it tended to keep some of them up all night with little sleep, but they had grown used to it.