I picked up a friend today, slightly yellowed with age and with really baggy clothing and the softest hair and that confident, sassy expression. Who are they?
Rotsky O’Craps dressed up for the Costume Ball. for many years in a row she has been going as her frightful adopted sister, Dottore Hipp O’Craps-O’Drome, a stubtype psychoanalyst and intergalactic criminal. Hipp used to diagnose every clown she met with Fatal Reverse-Clourophobia, and then charge them whatever fortune they possessed to have it cured. this was done through Hipp’s own experimental treatment methods, which consisted of whatever she could think of on the spot and which often continued for clownyears on end until the patient ran out of money or body parts. Hipp is also known as one of the last living members of the Sixty-Nine Oldmen, founders of the lost and evil art of Sickfuckery. every clown who knows of her fears her, so Rotsky’s rendition of Hipp always fetches many a shriek despite being a well-worn ball-staple. rich hypochondriac clowns everywhere shiver to think what scams and scrapes Hipp is getting herself into since she fled the galaxy, and shudder to think of her possible return. unbeknownst to all of them (inlcuding Rotsky), Hipp has been dead for over a decade. she tripped on a bullet and fell down a staircase.