I was that clown. MurderClown Inc. At round start, I dressed myself in a gladiator's uniform and went to the HoP, asking for "Gladiatorial Access". I'm not sure what that would entail, but what he gave me wasn't it: he took all the access off my card are renamed it "clown fuck" in all lowercase letters. So I began plotting my CLOWN REVENGE. In the end, I:
-Killed Ian by throwing floor tiles ninja style through his open desk window.
-Threw cleaning grenades at him when he tried to break up my illegal gladiatorial arena in cargo.
-Repeatedly informed him that "I killed your dog, HoP! You have no power here!"
-Broke into his office to try to upgrade my ID in the computer.
-Since he didn't leave the ID in, I just stole his flash and pens instead.
-Broke into the Captain's office, hoping to steal the spare ID and restore my clownly title.
-I got a box of monkey cubes from somewhere and filled his office with monkeys.
-The CE, Penrose, foolishlywisely decided that the Clown was the best person to trust to watch his canister of plasma mixinstant sauna with. So I broke it open in the HoP's office and burned it to the ground, blowing out the windows and exposing the entire bridge to space.
-Broke into chemistry, made space lube, lubed everything. Lubed the HoP's office. Lubed the Bar. Lubed Sec. Lubed escape when the shuttle was coming.
-Tried to steal beartraps out of the Janitor's office to beartrap Escape.
-I stole the beer from Runtime's funeral and drank it. Then threw the empty glass at the borg.
-Got killed by said emagged borg.
Basically, what I'm trying to tell you is, if you meet a guy named "MurderClown Inc." wearing gladiator armour, you should probably not make him mad.