“Well. I see someone’s turned his hand to Art Criticism.”
“I’m quite hurt, if you want me to be honest.”
“I do not want your honesty, I want your understanding that the next time I put a water jet into your face, it will not be a depiction of your face. As the mortals are fond of saying, no more mister nice terror.”
I give you a pleasant outing, fond memories, art, poetry, hair-clasps, and you repay me with violence. Hah. I see.
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