Sunlit birthday party room entrance, viewed from a low wide angle looking up. Gorillionaire stands in the doorway — an enormous, muscular gorilla in a crisp white linen suit jacket, emerald satin vest, and black silk shirt, diamond-topped cane in one robotic hand and carbon-fiber briefcase in the other. He adjusts his gold-rimmed monocle with one brushed-steel finger, blue LED seams glowing faintly along the knuckles. The room beyond is stuffed with pink balloons, a towering five-tiered birthday cake, and streamers in gold and teal. Sunlight pours through tall windows. A velvet curtain in the background shifts slightly, just barely, as if something is hiding behind it.
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Gorillionaire Is NOT Scared of Clowns

Gorillionaire is going to a birthday party. He fixes his monocle. He straightens his emerald vest. His robotic hands go CLICK CLICK CLICK. "I am very fancy," he says. "And I am not scared of anything." The balloons are pink. The cake is tall. Everything is perfect. Gorillionaire is the fanciest guest here. He is very, very proud. Then — from behind the curtain — something goes HONK.