So last night I heard some bumping around and figured 'enough is enough, its time to let that devil clown under my bed know that he doesn't control me any longer'. Down I went, into the dusty abyss under my mattress and wrestled for what seemed like days. The battle went one way and another, each of us scoring what woul dhave been, for a lesser man, fatal blows. By the early hours of the morning I emerged victorious and cast my enemy into the faint light.
I managed to snap a picture of the beast. Here he is, the devil clown from under my bed.