For that matter, that's way too large of a car for a clown to drive.

I joke, but secretly I'm just waiting for the funds to finance my Satyr reassignment surgery. I can't help it, it's who I am!

"No new taxes MY BUTT," stomp "Operation Desert JERK," stomp "Dare to say no to THIS," stomp.

No wait, just another sighting of the ever-mysterious "front butt."

I mean, in the post-apocalyptic future where soda tabs are used as currency you're going to be able to buy a small nation with those things. Good work!

Somebody was having a little too much fun at work, perhaps.

This can't be their natural habitat, however. I blame global warming for this kind of species migration. Or something. I'm not a zoo-lololgist.