There was a clown who laughed alot, there was a clown, but he got shot. He was wounded and went insane. No more laughter, only pain. He went on a killing spree to every little town. He wasn't satisfied, until he stopped that laughing sound. That sound so strong inside his head. It's because of this sound, that those people are dead. One day he got surrounded by some cops in the street. They shot his red nose, and his big floppy feet. He didn't care that he died there that day. Because now no one's laughing and he likes it that way.