"So one time…"
"Geek will you shut the fuck up? Shit, I can smell your rotten breath from here!" one of the Pinheads shouts, you're absolutely stunned.

"You…you can talk?!"

The lead Pinhead gives a dirty look to the one who shouted at you, and then looks back.

"Yeah we can talk, and now YOU know we can thanks to big mouth over here! Thanks a lot Frank!"
"Well he was getting on my nerves George!"
"But…if you can talk, why do you act like idiots?"
"Why do you eat all that nasty shit? For the money of course or in your case for the booze. You think we'd make as much if we didn't act like little retarded children? We're fucking ugly just like any freak, but by acting like simple minded children we come across as charming and harmless…cute even. Which makes us rube favorites. Nobody knows the truth, not even the other freaks, nobody except you…I guess we'll have to kill you."
"Hold on wait wait! Can't we come to an agreement here? I mean I'm not going to tell anyone! And even if I did, who'd believe me?"
"Can't take that chance."

You suddenly crumple to the ground and beg pathetically for your life at the feet of the George. He gives you a disdainful squinted expression.

"Get off my feet Geek! Sheesh, you're pathetic! We probably wouldn't have killed you, maybe just cut out your tongue."
"So you'll let me live?"
"Yeah, but you're still not getting off that easy. You gotta do something for us to make us trust you."
"What?"
"Go to the clown tent and destroy all their sex toys."
"WHAT?!"
"Shhhh! Stop fucking drawing attention!"
"You want me to go to the clown tent? But nobody in their right mind goes in there!"
"Duh, that's why we're sending you."
"Why do you want me to do this?"
"Because those pedophile ass clowns are direct competition, they always draw all the children away from our act, and we'd like to get back at them in some way. It'll really piss off Pervus when he sees his cock ring in pieces heh heh heh."
"I don't wanna touch those things! Who knows where they've been!"
"You're kidding me right? This coming from the guy who eats cow ass for his grand finale. Look they're mostly all in a big wooden box anyway so just set fire to the box or something. It's not like you have a choice in this matter."
"I dunno, I think death might be preferable to getting caught by the clowns."
"(Sigh) Alright, I know you're working for Charley you wanted to convince the Freaks to side with him in this ensuing struggle coming up…don't ask us how we know, we just do. And it's mainly because since much like you we hear a lot more because we're considers idiots and non-threatening. If you do this, we'll convince the Freaks to side with Charley, again don't ask us how…we have our ways…do we have a deal now?"

Knowing this is probably your best shot and if the Pinheads don't kill you, Charley certainly will for your failure to get people to side with him, so you agree.

"Good, return when you've completed the job, we'll be playing around in this area until show time."

You leave the Pinheads who resume their pretend act of being morons while you resume your completely real act of being a moron for getting yourself into this mess. You don't know how you're going to do this.

As you approach the tent, you notice how quiet it is. Normally loud insane rowdy laughter can be heard from within, but it's silent which almost makes it scarier. You wonder if you shouldn't just set the WHOLE tent on fire. In some ways you'd be doing the world a favor. You do wonder about how the Ring Master can just let such evil go unchecked.

You enter the tent

You cautiously enter the tent, fearing for your ass (Literally).

As it turns out, all the clowns are all passed out from the night before. Looks like it was necrophilia this time, judging from the rotting corpses lying on the floor. In fact if you weren't so rank yourself, the smell might actually bother you. Pervus doesn't seem to be here though.

Liquor bottles are everywhere; in fact you could probably grab one and dowse the box (Which is open and crammed full of whips, shackles and "insertion objects") then take one of the Zippos lying on a table and light the box up easy.

This is going to be simpler than you…

Suddenly you feel a hand grab around your foot.

"Hmm, yeah come here baby…"

Before you can do anything one of the clowns has curled his face up next to your foot and began sucking your BIG TOE.

This is REALLY disgusting, even for you. The only good thing is the clown seems to still be somewhat asleep.

You remove your foot and get out of there

As you attempt to remove your foot the clown's grip tightens, and then he wakes up completely.

"What the…Hey fellas! Look what we got here! It's the Geek! Let's fuck the shit out of his ass and make him our permanent fuck toy!"

The clowns suddenly all get up from their drunken slumber and surround you, there is no escape. The horrors that are unleashed upon you that day are best left unmentioned, but you never leave that tent ever again. You are no longer known as a Geek anymore, you are something much worse…

You are now the GIMP.