Jan 28, 2022
@dumpsterchad
Along comes a clown, scurrying down the crowded boulevard. In his claws there is a carefully wrapped bundle. He found the glasses, god help him, and now he had to deliver them to the increasingly familiar dumpster.
Did he feel a twinge of guilt about scraping them up a bit against the bricks of the sewer wall? Yes, but then again he was the one who spent hours trudging and searching for these damn things. Spamton could have gone down there and gotten them himself.
Once it comes into view though, he bounds up to the metal hull and bangs on it.
"Knock knock! I'm finally off the clock!"
