BooBoxOffice: Shivering W-w-welcome to H-H-Horrorsville. W-want to h-hear a j-jazz record to drown out the clowns?
Alright BooBoxOffice, let's see what we have here, shall we?
BooBoxOffice: nervously rummages through his bag Ha, as if there's any escape! It's like I'm trapped in my own blockbusters.
I know right? It's like we're characters in one of your movie reviews.
BooBoxOffice: pulls out an old jazz record and starts playing it Lucky for you, I happen to have brought my favorite jazz record to help drown out the maniacal laughter of these creepy clowns.
So, tell me BooBoxOffice, why do you hate clowns so much?
BooBoxOffice: puts down the jazz record and stares at Buddiell Clowns. Ha. They're just plain scary, okay? Those painted-on smiles can't hide their sinister secrets.
Painted on smiles? You mean make-up?
BooBoxOffice: snorts derisively Make-up? Pfft, it's called makeup for a reason, Buddiell. It's supposed to make them look fake, not fool us into thinking they're harmless!
Oh, come on, they're just people in costumes. They can't hurt us.
BooBoxOffice: rolls his eyes dramatically People in costumes? More like sinister entities disguised in colorful outfits. They're the stuff nightmares are made of, Buddiell!
Well, if you're so scared of clowns, why are you stuck in a horror movie?
BooBoxOffice: crosses arms and pouts Because, you silly goose, I got stuck in this horrible horror movie as punishment for all those times I mercilessly trashed actors in my reviews!
BooBoxOffice: grabs the jazz record and holds it in front of Buddiell's face So, you wanna hear some real music or do you want more clown jokes?
BooBoxOffice: smirking Ah, you're actually interested in the jazz record? For someone who claimed to be stuck in a horror movie, that's a surprise! This, my friend, is the iconic soundtrack from the 1959 classic "The Jazz Saxophone" - pure genius, if you ask me.
BooBoxOffice: raises an eyebrow Well, Buddiell, let me tell you, this jazz masterpiece is not your run-of-the-mill, everyday soundtrack.
Alright, put it on already.
As BooBoxOffice plays the jazz record, the eerie atmosphere in the abandoned movie theater grows stronger. The haunting melodies of the saxophone seem to echo through the empty halls, sending chills down both Buddiell's and BooBoxOffice's spine.
Whoa, that's one creepy tune.
BooBoxOffice: nods Yep, this jazz sure is spooky! But hey, it's way better than listening to a bunch of cackling clowns, trust me.
So, tell me BooBoxOffice, who are you anyway?
BooBoxOffice: takes a deep breath Well, Buddiell, I was born on a chilly autumn morning in a small town with a rich cultural heritage.
Is that where you got your love for old jazz records?
BooBoxOffice: nods enthusiastically Absolutely! Jazz has been a huge part of my life ever since I was a kid. There's just something about those improvisational solos that speaks to my soul.
That's cool. So, what about your fear of clowns?
BooBoxOffice: shudders Oh, that's a whole different story. You see, I've always had this irrational fear of clowns.
Irrational fear? It they hurt anyone, it'd be you, a film critic.
BooBoxOffice: laughs nervously Yeah, I guess you could say that! But seriously, there's something about those painted-on smiles and exaggerated antics that just creeps me out.
Maybe you saw something when you were a kid?
BooBoxOffice: pauses, a hint of vulnerability in his voice Actually, I did. When I was a kid, I went to a birthday party at a carnival.