A Scuba Clown Aims a deadly dreamgun at your astral-replicant
You did not expect to see an agent already working this site. This freak is clean out of his right mind.
You try to back up fast but you are staring down the muzzle of a Deep Six hand rifle. Insane ruthless mirth in the eyes of the Scuba Clown fill you with terror.
Lord Jimmy Nelson's crumpocrates...just drunk enough to have very little control. But on enough cheap rum and cheaper energy drinks to be sloppy fast.
Sloppy fast clown.
You notice he appears to be wearing a Mermaid's Tears suit. A quick flash. The smell of rum and grape soda fill your nose right in the instant the heat hits your face. The End.