Wow, the blue sky, the white clouds, the green grass... And the broken me who ended up being the clown cosplayer fell here.
Me: ... Hate it!
Relatives and Friends: Don't be afraid, I'm here too.
I:? Are you telling me that the Jason you wore told me not to be afraid of the clown?
Relatives and friends: At least my dream has come true.
This book is also called: "The passer-by who racks his brains to make up a private plot to escape from hell:-D"
Intention: Trying to find ways not to join the plot