You decide to band together an army of evil clowns, and establish yourself as their leader. It’s the only option that makes any sense. After all, what group of people is more desperate, more depraved, more disturbed, more insidiously evil than the clown? And best of all, they do it with a smile. Unfortunately, the supply of clowns in your immediate area is lacking. But you, always the master of ingenuity, filled out their ranks by dressing up the near-limitless supply of hobos that always can be found camping out in front of your place.

Speaking of your place, it might be time for you to move. Your fortress is really not the optimal clown-centric environment. There’s no kitsch, nothing gaudy, no seizure-inducing bright colors, and the closets aren’t big enough to fit all those enormous pairs of shoes. You quickly open your paper up to the real estate section. It looks like there are two places that might serve your purposes.

• Do you move into the old warehouse?
• Do you move into the abandoned amusement park?