Well...you're about to get a whole bunch more Clown-based PTSD.
You break open the third window, much more shoddily nailed shut than those other two, and find yourself staring into the same bar room you viewed earlier, only this time from a different angle.
You see four Rodeo-Clowns seated at the bar, helping themselves to some cheap booze.
"Holy smokes, boys! It's another goddamn Loudmouth!"
"GET 'IM!"
I've rolled for initiative and the Clowns are goin' first.
Each of them hurls one of those explosive bottles right at Doc, right through the window! HOT DAMN!
Doc, you're gonna have to do some serious rollin' here.
Roll me 4xd20+4 to avoid being caught in the chemical explosions!
Then roll me 4xd20+1 to avoid succumbing to the laughing gas!