"Yuuuuuup." Welcome to Hell, Beau. Except not. Joker has been to actual Hell, and, he has to say, it was some huge fucking bullshit. The Carnival, for all its flaws, had always been a halfway decent place, even when they experienced things like Portland, or that shitty magical world.

A pity going along with it had them ending up here.

"And we did put on shows, once, before ya joined." Grunting, he tugs the hoe out and reaches up to tug his own hair back. This place is some pain in the ass, not even giving him a hair tie. "And the Ringmaster used ta 'hire' folks because they broke somethin' or got inta a fight with the workers, so, yer really not that far off, honestly."