Taunting from the Dunk Tank at the Crossroads Carnival
Entertainer / Professional Insulter
Possessed of that spindly, slender build, Mouse had never quite grown out of that street urchin look he'd owned when living on the charity of others. The streets could be a mean place but home had been even meaner and so he'd found his way at the intersections and piers of the Pacific Coast entertaining for a handful of change or a few bills...whatever would get him his next meal while relying on nothing but that ADHD mouth and rapier wit.
He'd signed on with the Carnival when he was barely sixteen, started out as a gopher running here and there and all over until the previous Dunk Bozo had caught a chill and then pneumonia. "Hey Kid...get in the cage..." And the rest, as they say, is history.
Quick of wit and sharp of tongue made Mouse and his dunk tank a loveable attraction at the Carnival. With an unending litany of taunts and good-natured barbs, Mouse would pry open wallets and get the cash flowing.
One throw? One dollar. Five throws? Three dollars. Shutting Mouse up? Priceless.