Austin's large, fat hands grasped each other desperately as he read the cast list:
...Austin Thompson - Joel the Obese Clown...
Typecast? AGAIN? He almost threw his cell phone against the wall. Just because of a glandular disorder, Austin would never get to be a leading man, or a dashing swashbuckler, or an evil villain - no matter how much talent he possessed. No matter how hard he worked.
Suddenly it hit him. What if Austin didn't exist? What if Joel the Obese Clown didn't exist? The world would be less jolly.
Austin whistled to himself, renewed, and went about his day.