You hear the honks before you see him.

Schadenfruede Clown enters from the other door in the room, opposite where Graves came from. A plain door with "VIP" labelled on it.

The clown stirs his straw around the extravagant tiki glass and sits down on the folding chair.

"Oh, hallo, Micheal." He takes a long, dramatic sip. "Ver you not aware of the express pass holders not having to wait in line? Oh, how awful that you had to wait in line for sooooooo long."

He chuckles before crossing his legs and taking another sip.

"Zay, Mikey, you have another oppurtunity to do something really funny and cool right now, but is it really worth your time? Vat matters more, a great joke with solid timing or having to wait in line again for another shot at zis un-Xtreme Championship? Such a pickle you are in, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

Schadenfreude Clown sits there, patiently, sipping on his drink.