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Clown looked at Dan with amused eyes. "Heh, and I thought you died of old age. And just a reminder," he pointed to his spikey hair. "This is black hair, not red. So it's impossible for me to be a firecrouch, old timer. Jesus, I though you Americans learned your colors in Kindergarden."
He pulled down his mask and smiled at Red when she defended her profession.

"You tell 'im, Pet." he smirked. Though he wouldn't admit it, Clown admired Red's wits. "Here, take the fan ,Red. I've got to go back and make sharp pointy things that would go through a man so fast he couldn't pull a gun's trigger." He placed the fan on next to one of her computers.
Clown turned to Dan. "What about you Gramps. Would you like me to make you one of those canes that is actually a sword?"