Being a clown sucks. Kicked by kids, bit by dogs, and admired by the elderly. Who am I clowning? I have no business being a clown. I’m leaving the clowning business to the other clowns in the clowning business.
Oh, relax, kids. I’ve got a gut feeling Uter’s around here somewhere. After all, isn’t there a little Uter in all of us? In fact, you might even say we just ate Uter... and he’s in our stomachs right now! Wait, scratch that one.