What happens when Four Non Blondes breaches containment? Can an infected blonde be our chance at a cure? Should we acknowledge clowns as non-human persons? We answer none of these questions, but in our defence a horny clown made of straw is a bit of a distraction. The Twists are possessed by the spirits of a carnival that died in a shipwreck and also a lady clown who died in completely different circumstances because carnival folk all share a single pulsating biosoul that screams to me from beyond the veil.