Small World Isn t It
Struggling in vain against the two garish clowns that hold his arms Jerry Youngblood finds himself being dragged though a dark a place past vats filled with something heaving and unwholesome, the clowns make not a sound as they are joined by two other shadowy figures, a tall woman in a ringmaster costume, and an even taller glowering brute in a red & while shirt stripped just like the dimly seen roof of the circus tent he seems to be in, the two new ones grab his feet and host him...