I chuckled. Those furry artists, they'll

I chuckled. Those furry artists, they'll never get me. Not with their godlessness or even godliness. I chuckled at the thought, the time had begun. They shall be eliminated here.

I picked the first one up & tickled its nose. Then I threw it against my canvas.

It made a satisfying red blob in the middle of the canvas. I looked around of other objects to help me create my abstract masterpiece. Those coffee dregs! Blam! Brown rivulets. The

painting looked spectacular. I found some cabbage in the refrigerator. After mashing it in the grinder, I dipped my brush in it and painted a couple of green bushes.

When my roommate saw what I'd done she gasped. "OMG. I've never seen anyone do 'that' with a vegetable!" My edible paintings soon became a hit with the locals.

Soon a cult started around my edible paintings and I was deemed the avatar of their creator god the Original Vegetable Patch and members of the cult renamed themselves after fruits

Of their concert settings. I made a lot of money from it and saved all I could. Now, the light bill is outrageously high and I needed that cash. I trashed my smart tellie, so radio

was the only way I could get the dough. I sold all my radios to the fence and paid to make the lights come back on in my house. But I mainly needed those lights for my

clandestine surgery practice. To this day Lord Voldemort bears me a grudge because of the face job I gave him in his apprentice days during a blackout. Is it really that bad?