I approached the two Clown Mafia members with a casual demeanor, playing the part of the new recruit. "Hey there," I greeted them. "I'm looking for Enforcer Adolf DeFront. I'm supposed to be stationed with him."
One of the Clown Mafia members glanced at me skeptically. "Your name?"
"Mark Samuel," I replied, keeping up the act. "I'm actually kind of lost."
They chuckled at my explanation, and one of them pulled out their phone to check something. "Yeah, Enforcer DeFront is at the border now, but not here. It's a few streets that way," he said, indicating with his finger.
The other member joined in the laughter. "Young man, don't you have GPS?"
I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. "Uh, yeah... I'm sorry. I'm just kind of nervous. It's my first day."
They exchanged knowing looks before one of them spoke up again. "Sure, sure. Now go. You're like 30 minutes late. The Enforcer is going to scold you. I wouldn't want to be in your skin."
