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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:13 pm
To Rochester: Is this guy for real?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:15 pm
To Clancy: He's certainly seems to be drawing the attention away from the paintings.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:16 pm
To a large group of guests who are listening: Not to mention he is selling his paintings! A real artist wouldn't do that.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:19 pm
*looks at the group of people who are listening to every word he says*
To herself: They're supposed to be here for Mocha's auction, not to listen to the rantings of this guy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:19 pm
To his audience: So you see--
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:24 pm
With a shovel that was conveniently in the gallery for some reason, Mocha smashes The Well Hungarian's skull, sending a splatter of blood over several guests and the paintings behind them. Despite the obvious fact that he was already dead, Mocha gave him another whack for the hell of it.
Wiping a smear of blood off of his face: The red adds a nice splash of color, don't you think?
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:28 pm
To Mocha: Yes, quite nice.
The guests laugh at the comment and once again go on looking at the paintings around the room, stepping over the bits of The Well Hungarian that are scattered about that part of the room.
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