There it is -- the most beautiful of walls. Stop and admire it for a moment.

There it is -- the most beautiful of walls. Stop and admire it for a moment.

[Leave.]

Look the wall over again, carefully. Think about what you could paint there...

"Huh?"

He sounds tired of it all.

You already have the heavy fuel oil to use as paint -- it's red! -- and Cindy the SKULL has a paintbrush. This is on.

"I'm sure I'll find the materials. Then we can come back to this magnificent wall."

"I suppose we'll have to pass by it again at some point anyway," he says in a tone of resignation.

[Leave.]

"I must talk to Cindy. Get the necessary materials from her."

He sighs, then adds in a resigned tone: "If you must."

"First, I know you're tired, Kim, but take another look at this wall. Draw nourishment from its beauty."

"Mhm, sure." The lieutenant looks up at the wall reluctantly, then back at you.

Cindy the SKULL has all the necessary materials. Talk to her?

The wall waits mutely.

Just an ordinary wall. Nothing to see here.

Why am I looking at this wall?

Because -- you see it, finally -- this wall is sublime! LOOK AT IT! The shadows, the colours...

(Let the conceptual joy flow into your pupils and blossom into thoughts in your brain.)

All the other walls on all the other houses must make a pilgrimage in adoration of this, the uncontested pinnacle of wall-craft. Colour peeled from the very face of god.

Your hands shake as they reach for the wall...

More!

O WALLFATHER!

Yes, I must paint this wall, ADD to it! (Get task.)

Absolutely. Now you just need the materials.

You already have the heavy fuel oil to use as paint, and Cindy the SKULL has a paintbrush. This is completely doable.

Cindy the SKULL has what I need.

Yes, great thinking, go talk to her. The wall will be waiting.

I'm sure I'll find them. And then I'll return to this wall.

Yes, do that. The wall will be waiting.

Cindy the SKULL has a paintbrush and paint. Talk to her.

"Kim! I must paint this wall, add even MORE beauty to it."

No. There is nothing to add to perfection. (Back off.)

Your loss. Farewell, snow-flecked wall at the end of the world.

[Leave.]

Your loss. Farewell, wall at the end of the world, draped in shadow.

Your loss. Farewell, light-drenched wall at the end of the world.

Your loss. Farewell, rain-washed wall at the end of the world.

Because this is no ordinary wall. It is sublime! LOOK AT IT! The shadows, the colours...

Yeah, why? It's a wall, an ordinary wall.

The lieutenant sighs. "Why must we stop to look at this wall every time we pass by? We have business to attend to."

You have no clue. It's just a wall.

Maybe this would be a good wall for dodge ball?

So many walls all over Martinaise -- weatherworn, cracked, their paint peeling...

[Leave.]

This is a wall on the side of an apartment building.

Blank, conveying nothing.