A clown was driving an old war tank through the desert, the sun beating down on them from all angles. The tank was a relic from a past war and the clown had no idea where they were going. The wind blew sand across the tank, and the clown kept their eyes on the horizon for any sign of life. After what seemed like hours, the tank finally creaked to a stop. The clown got out of the tank and looked around, their bright and colorful outfit standing out in the desolate desert. They looked around for a bit before getting back into the tank and continuing on their journey.
