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Okay, ready, go! Whoa! Man, that hurt. You're not my vulture. What are you, made of paper? Glitching, huh? Then there. So, where you from? Great, a renaissance person. Let me guess. You were drinking an espresso in some old-timey Leonardo da Vinci dimension, when suddenly a portal opens up and sends you here. Am I close? Think you could stop making a mess of the art museum for no reason? After all, these are priceless pieces. We're talking about it, aren't we? Okay. It's more of a meta commentary on what we call art, but it's still technically art. Oh, look! Your cousin! I want to play with Firefly with you, since you're kind of made of paper! Oh, no. Oh, no.