When the crate was opened the troop of clowns came tumbling out in a pile of partially-fused limbs.
Some clawed at the ground, the nearby heads angry and gasping for air, while others lay as limp and cold as the asphyxiated remains around them - most likely from the troop being stationary for too long and crushing themselves.
Eventually the troop would die from having too few living parts to sustain it but that was a process that could take years.
Like a beached whale it smothered itself with its own mass and inability to move on land.
Some clawed at the ground, the nearby heads angry and gasping for air, while others lay as limp and cold as the asphyxiated remains around them - most likely from the troop being stationary for too long and crushing themselves.
Eventually the troop would die from having too few living parts to sustain it but that was a process that could take years.
Like a beached whale it smothered itself with its own mass and inability to move on land.
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