Autor would scoff at that assessment of him if he weren't busy actually being scared. The monster is massive, and Autor doesn't know how they'll take it down.

The clown doesn't appear to stagger much from Bonnie's kick; it advances out of its tree, waggling the small, grey fingers of its outstretched free hand. "I am the clown with the tear-away face!" it roars, waving its blue-lipped, spike-toothed face around. "Here in a flash and gone without a trace!"