NARRATOR: Barsoom Circus security office...
ZYSK: I heard about what you did with your nose. Nice. I want you on my security team for sure.
SCHLOCK: I don't actually have a nose, but okay. What do you want me smelling after?
ZYSK: Explosives. Last month, somebody stole one of our clown-cannons, loaded it with Boomex, and killed one of the new guys.
ZYSK: Also, could you sniff around the concessions? I think some of the mystery meat-sticks have gone from "mysteriously delicious" to "malicious."