NARRATOR: Barsoom Circus apartments, 3rd floor, clown suite
CLOWN: Private party, sorry. Go away.
SCHLOCK: Not so fast. I know you have a still in here. You clowns are smuggling Rombaugh Red grapes, and trying to make brandy. Cut me in, or I blow the whistle.
CLOWN: Nobody cares about our grapes or our still. Who are you going to tell?
SCHLOCK: Security Chief Zysk?
CLOWN: Zysk already knows.
SCHLOCK: Oh does he now?
CLOWN: Yes, he does. You told him yourself three hours ago.
CLOWN: And then he came up here, cut himself in, and promised to keep you quiet.
ZYSK: This stuff's actually pretty good. Much better than bio-diesel.