The show must go on.

You’re not sure whether you should lean into the role of a stooge, but it doesn’t really matter what you want. Doinkette is running the show and you’re just her volunteer. You shake and shimmy, hoping to remove some of the feathers. This only garners more laughter, and fills your balls with a tingling sensation. You look over at Doinkette who at some point procured an oversized pair of scissors.

“Time to trim the feathers!” Doinkette howls loudly, her voice echoing throughout the arena. You’re not sure if she’s serious or not, but you’re not willing to take that chance. You run away from Doinkette, leaping over the inflatable pool, and running around ringside. The demented clown gives chase, raising the scissors high into the air. You frantically run about, making every wrong decision along the way. You try to run into the crowd, they push you out. You try to run under the ring, Doinkette grabs your foot. You flap your arms about, the crowd burst into hysterical laughter. You rush into the ring, only for Doinkette to corner you.

You run into the corner turnbuckle, the feathers making it difficult to see, crashing your sternum into it. You fall back onto your ass and turn around to see Doinkette, with scissors pointed towards you. You gulp nervously and clasp your hands together. You plead and beg, getting to your knees, asking Doinkette to spare you. As she stomps closer you close your eyes and raise your hands up to shield your eyes.

SNIP!

You don’t feel anything and nervously open your eyes. You see Doinkette smiling down at you, her eyes moving down to your groin. You look down to see your speedo cut in half, your swollen balls on full display. You blush brightly as Doinkette starts guffawing at your expense. She picks up your speedo and raises it above her head like a trophy. “You’ve been such a good sport, but alas the show must come to an end. So that means... It’s time for your punishment!” Doinkette announces with great enthusiasm. Wait! This wasn’t the punishment!?