[Just gonna drag on the plot.]
The clown was then on a couch, apparently talking to himself. The only difference between him and well...........himself was that one looked like a therapist. The two had the following exchange, with the real toon looking like he was talking to thin air. (Therapist is bold, Stranger is normal, both at same time is red.)
"So, what's been bothering you as of lately?"
"Well, you see, doctor, it's been over 105 years already-"
"It's been that long?"
"Yes, and you see, that's the problem. Once i stopped any method of him massacring me, i thought i could just wait it out, and then Willi-"
"That name is not to be mentioned."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Well, i just assumed that over the years, he would just-"
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"but he hasn't. All he did was gain even more power as to kill me."
"Yes, it seems he also has some toon blood, allowing him to live for as long as he likes to."
"Yeah. Erm, what is that again?"
"Just a minority to be dealed with."
"Well, maybe someday he'll die off."
"Yes. One can hope."
"Well, the clearer case is that you're insane."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"You're talking to yourself."
"Oh, yeah. That makes sense."