We deal with the same crap at this time every year here in the Union of Novelty Costumed Performers — rank amateurs stepping on our toes and confusing our clientele with their low-rent costumes and cheap gimmicks.
It’s worse than when the circus comes to River City and our town is overrun by clowns… but the response is just the same. We’ve gotta make clowns and scabs alike know what happens when you cross the Union. The message is usually best delivered on the business end of a baseball bat or tire iron.
Make this a Happy Halloween for all and beat the snot out of some scabs.