Tomatoes littered the area. The place reeked of an imagined violence. The cops arrived. I just want to make my special sauce, Jim explained.

The professional artists scorned the free buffet table for its lack of free range meats. The amateur artists ate everything. And were sated.

When they discovered how serious he was, the women melted chocolate and poured it in his underwear drawer. And then he became vengeful, too.