*army Music Is Coded To Start Playing In The Grounds, LOUD AND ANNOYING Army Music*

Caine: *laughs*

Don't be silly Zooble, it's probably just a glitch.

i’m not kidding.

so hard to explain your personal inside jokes but. okay so every time i roll a joint i’m like hmm how much is left in the tray.. about a joints worth..

and then i get caught up thinking about a weed butler named jointsworth

Caine: How's about this?!

*gives them the classic bedsheet ghost costume*

yeah, this is fine. thanks.

Caine:

*takes a deep breath and holds

it together before Zooble can notice*

I hope ya like it bucko, time to set up things for the rest.

*leaves*

(They sit down on a folding chair, holding their head in their hands and finally allowing themself to grieve. But not too much, never too much. You know what will happen.)

Buddy: *wakes up a few evenings later, screaming from a night terror about their past*

MAMA!!!!!

*remembers that she's gone and hides under the blanket, gently sobbing for her*

(There’s a knock on their door.)

*sends you back to the circus and stops the marching*

Caine: Wow Zooble, how'd ya stop it?

i asked some weird voice in my head. anyways there’s things in the circus that can control us apparently

Buddy: Gangle let me test the kid's meal toys! :D

But then Caine turned it to confetti when we got back :(

aw man :( i’ll ask him if you can have it back

???: *nods trying to be brave*

ok.... but if she's the teacher then who are you...

um, i’m........the..........janitor. you can call me zooble.

(Not their best improv but whatever. They offer them a hand, wishing they were made of something a bit more comforting than cold, hard plastic.)

sorry man im all booked