Wrap up with Bubblegum

The time just flies by-- before you know it, you've worked a full four hours, learning how to handle customers with Bubblegum, who acts like a veteran despite her years. You couldn't have asked for a better introduction to the life of a clown assistant! The work is busy, but rewarding. Getting a constant eye-full of the gorgeous pink-ette's full bosom and award-worthy smile is a very tasty cherry atop this sundae.

"Alright! It's lunch time. I don't want to hear about you neglecting any meals," she finishes, switching her store's sign from OPEN to ON BREAK. "I think I've hogged you for long enough today, Bowie. By now, you should have learned basically what you're in for here at the Down. You seem attentive and competent, so I have no doubts that you'll fit in perfectly here! Not only that, but I can also see you have the sense of whimsy that benefits an employee of this place. The trick is to make sure to balance work and play! I know you can do it."

Your chest swells with pride. If anyone out here is motivated to be the perfect clown assistant, it's you! You thank Bubblegum again for all of her tutelage so far.

"Oh no, it was my pleasure! Meeting new assistants-- especially ones as sweet and obedient as yourself-- is one of my daily pleasures," she giggles.

You frown for a moment. This is a daily pleasure for her? Is the turnover rate really that high for clown assistants?

"Oh my, yes," she giggles with a small smile. "Though it's nothing a model employee like you needs to worry about, I suppose I can enlighten you. The first is they skip by my sweet little sweets shop and go straight to the dangerous work. Some of the work here is... not for the faint of heart."

You gulp loudly and ask if she's saying they're killed.

"Hehehe!" she laughs ominously, looking scary again for just a moment, before adopting her pretty smile again. "No, they quit of their own volition. It's all perfectly safe! Probably. But they can't help but picture the worst. Of course, the other common reason they're never seen again after the first day is because the manager, Theodore, fires them." She'd been wiping down her counter with a white cloth, but she stops, staring meaningfully in your direction. "Do you know why he might fire them?"

Once again, you gulp. You have a pretty good idea why, but it doesn't seem polite to voice it.

Her smile broadens a bit. "Oh, come on. You can say it."

You answer: because they're found fucking the clowns.

"Bingo! See, Bowie? That's why I like you. You pick up on things quickly," she chuckles, resuming her cleaning, now intentionally casting her line of sight away from you and down towards her hands. "So do you know what that means you should do?"

The question hangs in the air, waiting for your response...