Wide shot of a palatial ballroom drenched in golden afternoon light. Crystal chandeliers drip with gold and emerald ribbons. Silver and gold balloons cluster at the ceiling. A towering five-tier chocolate birthday cake sits center-frame on a silver stand, seventeen candles unlit. In the foreground, Gorillionaire sits in an enormous red velvet throne-like chair, one robotic hand resting regally on his diamond-topped cane, the other gripping the armrest just a little too tight — blue LEDs casting a faint nervous glow. His monocle gleams. His gold canine catches the light. His expression is the precise face of a gorilla trying very hard to look calm. A tiny banner above reads HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORILLIONAIRE in enormous gold letters.
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Gorillionaire and the Terrifying, Horrible, No-Good Birthday Clown

Today is Gorillionaire's birthday. Gorillionaire LOVES his birthday. He loves the cake. He loves the gold balloons. He loves that everyone has to sing to him while he sits in a very large, very velvet chair. He has planned everything perfectly. The decorations are magnificent. The cake has five tiers. There will be a surprise. "A clown," his assistant had said. "Everyone loves clowns!" Gorillionaire's robotic fingers had gone very, very still. "Lovely," he said. He did not mean it.