At first I was terrified — and then I was capterrified. (Which is a mix of terrified and captivated; like when you watch your Fourth Meal Taco Bell burrito get made.)
Actually, I don’t think clowns are that scary, in general, but there’s something about Puddles that freaks me out a little — maybe it’s that he sings so beautifully. What type of deal with the Devil was made that allows a man to sing like a baby angel god. He has no right. He has no right, I tell you!
