[ There's a brief pause. It has literally never entered Julie's mind that she is being unfair to herself; she simply accepted that trying to touch the blob was her own mistake, that she was the only one in the situation capable of even making a mistake. Someone has to be to blame. Perhaps it's a byproduct of how she was raised, perhaps just a leftover piece of survival mindset. No one else has suggested that she was doing the only thing she could think to do at the most desperate point of her captivity. Julie doesn't know exactly how to respond to this concept. ]
It's okay. It's over now. Like I said, it was fine the second time. The ground didn't even crumble away.
Oh, it's 100% a fetish. Even if they ain't circus clowns. What's a Juggalo except a clown in black and white? Those people are all fucking each other in full face paint constantly. Also there's balloon fetishes, so that's probably part of it too.
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It's okay. It's over now. Like I said, it was fine the second time. The ground didn't even crumble away.
Oh, it's 100% a fetish. Even if they ain't circus clowns. What's a Juggalo except a clown in black and white? Those people are all fucking each other in full face paint constantly. Also there's balloon fetishes, so that's probably part of it too.