Hey everyone, Zay here. I'm just cutting in early to apologize for the quality of the audio.

There was an issue with the mics that Jordan and Jackson were using.

So unfortunately we had to use the camera mic, which obviously isn't the best quality.

I worked for ages trying to get it sounding better, so hopefully it's still listenable.

And it's still listenable. But yeah, it's just not as good as what you guys will

be used to. So apologies for that. Still a great episode. So I hope you guys enjoy. Thanks.

Under the bright lights and loud laughter, a clown performed his tricks, moving as though being

tugged by invisible strings, a painted smile cracking at the edges of his dying makeup.

Glittering balls shimmer in the air, his oversuit-sized shoes squeaking delightfully as

custard pies exploded across his face, each act itself drawing the laughter he himself had grown numb to.

When the show ended and the tent emptied, he sat alone on an upturned bucket,

a sight that would have been sure to cause laughter itself, where he then keeled off his red nose,

wiped away streaks of white, his real face coming forward through the mask.

The silence of the empty tent was broken as his shoes dimly squeaked as he walked away from

the stage. The sound now depressive instead of hilarious.

The clowns didn't really hilarious.

It's a bit to laugh at this. This is sad.

The clown wondered why the bright spotlight never followed him out of the ring.

He muttered one final thought as he left the stage to return to his life outside.

Whoever heard of a sad clown?

Music of a sad clown. Hello, everyone.

Welcome to Red Thread.

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