Hannum, aloof and confident, as Wesley, Alex and Clyde, dressed as clowns, march by. Clyde isn’t taking it well.
Hannum with his more-typical, sour demeanor, cane and horse whip in hand. Nearby is a smaller drawing of him gesturing to a baby elephant in a cage barely large enough to hold it. “Let me guess— you see a ‘problem’ with this, too?” The elephant makes a little elephant sound. “No one likes a wet blanket, you know.” Hannum nags.
Another in Baxter’s legions, #Hannum is the soul of an opera tenor turned circus proprietor in the endless hustle of affording his (addictive) medication, which would kill him. A hot-tempered perfectionist, he maintains entertainment within Baxter’s tower, keeping demons placated— a high-stakes task