#booooo.

And if, say, hypothetically, he were something a little south of human, maybe something that isn’t quite alive anymore, that really would be the pretty ideal profession for it, wouldn’t it? Nobody’s going to think the Silly Halloween Clown Boy is anything other than another guy in a ridiculous costume putting on a show. The dude does something weird and physically improbable? No reflection, maybe? Cool special effects! Wow! Neat magic trick!

Of course nobody’s going to think the Circus Performer Magician in the Comedically Cartoonish vampire costume is actually a fucking vampire. Pfft, that’s not fooling anyone! What an unconvincing Creature Of The Night [...which is good, because if you’re Too Convincing and Scary Instead Of Funny then you scare off your clientele and get a wooden stake driven through your heart!]

But Clio does some legitimately supernatural shit. You can’t Assume Hidden Circus Props to explain away the fact that he’s a fucking Dream Invader. Both Cooza and Valt had the same nightmare, they were in That Dream Dimension together, which is already an unnatural occurrence, and then Clio shows up in that dream to Bother Them. And then later, outside of the Spooky Scary Dream World, Clio remembers that happened. He fucking did that. And then a little while later, Clio just fucking vanishes into Thin Air And Rose Petals instantaneously. Everyone closes their eyes for just a second and he’s just gone. And then the camera zooms out and you see there was no plausible way for him to have done that. There’s nowhere he could’ve ducked into to hide that quickly, there was nowhere to conceal any stunt wires, nothing. That’s interesting, huh.

And Clio’s Silly Vampire Costume is pretty interesting, too! If, say, hypothetically, someone had a neat little pair of puncture holes in their neck, that tall collar drawn up tight by that ruffly necktie thing sure would hide them mighty handily, wouldn’t it? And if someone happened to have some less than pretty scarring on their hands/knuckles, perhaps from busting out of a wooden box and then clawing through about six feet of loose earth, some fancy little magician gloves sure would cover that right up.

And of course that red stuff Clio’s always drinking is just tomato juice, can’t you see the very large and conspicuous tomato sticker on the bottle? The sticker that was obviously most definitely put there by the Bottled Tomato Juice Manufacturer, and certainly not just by Clio himself? Who would ever question the authenticity of such a very large and conspicuous tomato sticker!

In short,