When I was a teenager my kind of boyfriend who drank a bottle of Robitussin one night while we were hanging out in my dad's store. His store was in this really old building and the only bathroom was in the basement. The basement was like a series of little caves and it was very spooky. So the guy starts tripping and goes to the basement to use the bathroom and comes up and tells me there are millions of tiny killer clowns in the basement.