[first lines]
Clown:
I need a doctor!
Driver:
I'll get you a vet, you son of a bitch! You should'a shot him first!
Bill:
[over radio]
We've got two clowns heading south on Wall 51, four miles from the border.
Driver:
And stop bleeding on my money!
Bill:
[over radio]
All units be advised, suspects are armed and dangerous.
Driver:
[Clown vomiting blood]
What the fuck?
Driver:
[narration]
Well, hello boys and girls. there's nothing worse than a sad clown. Unless it's a clown bleeding internally and coughing it all over your money.
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