Zombozo: Now don't tell me you're afraid of old Zombozo.
Ben: What do you want?
Zombozo: Only what every clown worth his floppy shoes wants: to make people laugh, then drain their positive energy like a sponge in a pool party. Is that so wrong?
Ben: Is that the machine you use to suck the happiness out of your audience?
Zombozo: I call it the Psyclown. Clever, eh? Soon I'll be taking my act to the big cities. Millions of people laughing for me. Feeding me. Making me stronger.
Ben: I want my cousin back.
Zombozo: Cousin? Oh, didn't you hear? She ran away with the circus.
(Gwen is seen outside of the ring, withered and chuckling slightly)