Ah, just as you thought. The horn isn't painted on the floor this time. It's a tiny sticker, stuck on the camera lens, creating an illusion that it's a normal sized horn on the same plane as the other objects.
Nice try, you say to the ringmaster. The ruse has left your morale perfectly unaffected, as it was already in the toilet to begin with. TWELVE MEATS SEASON leaves you hopelessly depressed, and it will take a lot more than a tiny horn sticker to fuck you up any further.
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