Wipe the whipped cream and shame from your eyes.

You wipe globs of cream from your eyes and sputter chunks of dessert from your mouth. You try to shake off the shame and shake off some of the cream in the process. You look around to see nobody in front of you. You look down at your feet to find Doinkette the Clown kneeling in front of you, bringing her fist straight towards you. Her fist lands right between your balls, clattering both testicles in one blow, knocking the breath out of you. Your eyes go cross as your knees wobble. You bring your thighs together and your hands to your junk. Your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as you fall to your knees.

You look Doinkette straight in the eyes as you let out a silent scream. She claps the sides of your head with her hands, further discombobulating you. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth as you try to unleash a blood-curdling scream, to no success. “You make very exaggerated expressions. You should join my clown troupe.” Doinkette jokes with you as she prances about. She skips it to your backside, you still desperately trying to massage the pain away, as she grabs the back of your trunks.

YOINK!

Doinkette pulls up on your speedo, driving the fabric into your scrotum, as she delivers an eye-watering wedgie to you. A piercing pain hits your balls again as the speedo is stretched high above your head, the underwear slicing your groin viciously. You feel your ass cheeks pop out of the speedo as the wedgie goes atomic. You feel a snap as the waistband of your underwear smacks against your forehead.

The crowd erupts into laughter as Doinkette bullies you in front of her adoring fans. “Aww... Such delicious looking buns. Sure would be a shame to let them go to waste.” Doinkette barks as she gets down on all fours. She bares her fangs and chomps your rear. You holler out in anguish as Doinkette’s teeth sink into your exquisite derriere. You jump to your feet in an attempt to escape the hungry clown.