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"It's not the name I was born with, if that's what you mean," Ladybug said in response to Chandler's comment about her name, though it was a bit more of a deflection than an answer, "but it's my name. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!"

Ladybug grinned from ear to ear when she spotted Chandler's fleeting smile. Progress! She really did enjoy making people smile--it was her duty as a clown, after all!

"The best!" she said. "See, there's one of my selling points already! I'm very low maintenance. You could keep me fed on three peanuts a day, and at night I don't even need a whole bed. Just tuck me in a sock drawer and I'll be happy as a ladybug in a rug!"

Ladybug had no way of knowing that other people thought Chandler stupid--or, at least, that he thought that they did. She generally considered everyone her friend until they proved her enemy, and nothing gave her more joy than seeing an introverted person like Chandler start to let down his guard and come out of his shell. As he began to get a little more conversational, she began to become increasingly more goofy, hoping to continue to encourage him.

"Now why would anyone think a thing like that?" Ladybug asked, putting her hands on her hips and pouting in mock anger at Chandler's comment about clowns. "Who else is gonna make balloon animals, drive around in tiny cars, and get chased by angry bulls in rodeos so cowboys don't get gored? Why, clowns are nearly the most important thing there is!"

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