"Me?" The evil clown said touching his other hand to the puffy, ragged chest of his Clown suit, the gesture all innocence.
"I ain't gonna do nuthin' kid." He took a drag of the cigar and blew the smoke out. It came out all hollow, wispy and gray.
"I'm just here to direct. I'm the 'Director'!" he barked.
"You're the main star of the show. Just like you always wanted!" The last sentence sounded like it was shot out of a cannon.
"Well..." he started, standing up now and making his way towards Shawn.
"Maybe not the star..." It looked like for a moment he might come right over to Shawn, perhaps to end his life. Perhaps he was going to vault over the desk and slice Shawn's head off like Shawn had seen done to the other kids.
But instead the Clown sat back at the desk.
"These are the tryouts." Mr. Cherrywinks said. "So, in this tryout. You'll be fighting for the part of a life time. Ralph's lifetime. You remember Ralph, don't ya? Small kid. Younger. Used to be in the Circus. Was part of the group that tried to bring back the Master Maker before I killed the rest of them."
"Funny thing. I'd been lookin' for Ralph for a while now. He isn't from your part of town. He ain't even live in your town. He ain't even in your state. So imagine my surprise when.....*cough*..*cough*...*cough*..." The clown stammered backwards, before recovering from the coughing fit.
"Shit kid. I was surprised to find out he was with you. But I had a little help in find out that information...hehehe."