Reclaiming the erm...pavement.
"There's a great massage parlour over there".
The clowns arrive.
Bang, Crash....ect.
"...once you've filled it with petrol, pop a rag in the top and Bobs yer uncle."
Clown evades cordon due to trusty Bannana. Probably.
"Oh shit, I'm being photographed with one of them."
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