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Clown Corpse
To be clear, I was afraid of clowns before it was cool. Way back in my early childhood in the mid-1900s, my instincts told me that anyone wearing a disguise and trying too hard to get my attention was not safe. This almost autonomic response saved me from who-knows-how-many murderers and pedophiles. Thanks, evolution!
SubCluckles
In the past year and a half that I've been living in Mexico and learning Spanish, it has occurred to me many times that the only difference between a language a bunch of meaningless noises made with the mouth is a number of people getting together to agree to use the same noise(s) in a given situation.