
The owner of the gun is finally revealed and lo and behold it's none other than Mr. Pops. Didn't I say that I didn't trust those eyes? (Yes, yes I did.) Now, if I were Ringo, I'd be worried. After all, that gun, even if it is one of those flag guns could still poke my eye out and I don't know if anyone would trust a ringmaster with an eye patch (though it would make them seem very mysterious...or accident-prone). Tracy shouldn't be worried. Flag or bullet, whatever the ammunition is, I'd wager that it'd just bounce off of his forehead (he apparently being some sort of robot and all), and besides, Mr. Pops will probably go for Ringo first, giving Tracy plenty of time to tackle the clown or pump a little lead of his own. Agent Ennen is probably in the best position of all since Mr. Pops will inevitably go for Tracy and Ringo first (the reason being that they're all in a line and those two just had to stand in front of her), giving her plenty of time to run away (or at least get to her car and then she can just run over the evil clown easy as pie).

Ringo, seeing that his death could mean the end of his beloved circus and the death of his childhood dream, can't quite bring himself to believe that a clown would put an end to what is likely his own livelihood (well, almost, but he has to know that if he kills Ringo, the people who have been paying him will probably stop doing that). He also apparently thought he and Mr. Pops were friends, and maybe they were at one time, but that time is over now. (It could have been all of the whining that drove him away and to evil in the first place.) Now it's all over but the shooting. (Really, it is.)
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