Your legs might have been a little stiff after spending all day up on the clown cross, even though you really didn't need to spend more than a minute being crucified given you were employing fake arms. Nevertheless, the penance has taken its toll on your otherwise limber legs, and something went horribly wrong with your launch angle and velocity. You're glad none of your circus colleagues witnessed the humiliating spectacle. Of course, nothing gets past the peanut gallery. They bear witness to all acts buffoonery, and have never had a problem showing their disdain by flooding your mind with shameful thoughts and prompts for additional shameful behavior. It's a vicious cycle, really.
Sadly, you have smooshed your face into your decadent heap of compulsory TWELVE MEATS SOLAR PERIGEE WAFFLES/PANCAKES, which did not exactly ruin them, but has made them somewhat less appetizing. This is unfortunate, because these WAFFLES/PANCAKES are meant to be your only sustenance for your entire prison term, which seems additionally unfair considering when you're crucified, they remain inaccessible. No wonder so many clowns die in these cells.