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A mysterious clown appeared on my lawn today, and upon further inspection it seems to be a rare carnival game clown. How it arrived on my lawn I'm not sure, but I already feel more secure just knowing it's there, ever vigilant against the coming zombie apocalypse. After all; if your brain is wired to eat brains, seeing this clown might trigger a less violent memory and confuse you just long enough for me to end you with a baseball bat (while wearing plastic of course).