I suspect modern art is somewhat like the emperor’s new suit. Everyone pretends they can see deep, rich beauty and meaning in it and you just look bad if you don’t see it so no one calls it out for the junk it is. Except the oblivious (and secretly smarter than everyone else) among us.
This hug crazy maniac has held the win for too long. For too long, I say! I hereby reclaim it in the name of Skittles, the rightful Queen of this thread!
*is in a secret bunker listening in on the conversation with a wiretap and writing down what's happening to try to deduce where the win is so as to bring it to its rightful owner, the Queen*
*adjusts dial*
*adjusts headset*
"Boop"??
I believe it would be prudent of me to inform all present that, as we have no idea what exactly each of these buttons do, we would be ill-advised to continue pressing them. Someone could get hurt. Or property damage could ensue. Or an ecological disaster could be triggered. Or the stonk market...
Royalty, suppressed pomp, legitimately happy about something (which is a rare occasion for this person), eyes that could stare into the soul, and a subdued partiality for frills.
At long last, after my most humbling defeat 4 to 1 at the hands of the predators, I fight for the prey side and lead them to victory!
...Ok, maybe I didn't LEAD so much as ASSIST... Close enough.
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