They drop dead on sight. Everyone knows the clown is a poisonous thing to all beings in existence, so why should its blood be any different? You don't need garlic or a stake in the heart to repel these creatures. All you need is the clown to keep bleeding. Its blood can annihilate all your enemies with one drop. One drop is enough to slaughter an army. Airplanes will pour the blood of a clown on populations during war.

When you are a clown your grave becomes the most popular vacation destination, only people go there with guns waiting to shoot if you should happen to emerge. You cannot trust a clown even in death, though you hope and pray its death is true.

Do you doubt His love for you when you see creatures like Clown allowed to exist freely? Perhaps Clown makes you doubt there could be a God to see such unrepentant wickedness and not intervene. Satan hates the world and that is why he spit this vile thing into existence.

Wherever the clown goes, evil and chaos follow. If you're looking for love, kindness, and compassion, you had better look elsewhere. The clown has none to give. Not for any of the circus performers or a single member of the audience. All the clown can give you is sadness, anger, and destruction. It is such a destruction that it causes your soul to rot from the inside out. To spend five minutes with the clown is to beg for your own death. It is an agonizing, brutal existence to know you are even on the same planet at the same time as such a wretched thing.

If you look at a clown and expect purity, wholesomeness, and innocence, you are a fool. It is the nature of the clown to be wicked, demonic, and have no sympathy for the human race or any of their struggles. They laugh as humans worry about war, money, heartbreak, and disease. All they do is ride a unicycle, juggle, and create balloon animals while the human society bursts apart at the seams. They are untouched and do not care. They find humor in the struggles and the tears.

A psychopath walks up to @JACK_O_LANTERN holding a knife, saying "since your name is jack-o'-lantern, let me carve your face." JACK_O_LANTERN says "the only thing that will be carved today is you." A cult of spirits with pumpkins for heads appears in the room and protects JACK_O_LANTERN from the wicked psychopath. They are the guardians for protection and no one will hurt JACK_O_LANTERN as long as they are around. They will always be around. They have been here long before human feet walked the Earth and will be here long after they are gone.