[ Ed tugs forward a white canvas. Don't ask him where it came from, he's just got one and yeah, it's dry and not mouldy with seawater at all. With a few questionably expert squirts of ink, he makes a vague and drippy impression of a duck-billed platypus.
He turns his creation around for Arthur to feast his eyes upon. ]
Behold. [ A masterpiece. ] The platypus.
[ You love it, Arthur. Everybody loves the platypus. Look at it. Its flippers are paws.
Ed rests an arm on the painting, chin on top as he gives Arthur a scrutinizing once-over. ] I get it. Went through this myself ages ago. Got bored of the life...kind of wanted it all to end, if I'm honest. But, I dunno. I met people. [ A certain person. The name tickles the back of his mind. He shoves it off. ] I mean, you did help put a cool musical out into the world. It got pretty good reviews.
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[ Ed tugs forward a white canvas. Don't ask him where it came from, he's just got one and yeah, it's dry and not mouldy with seawater at all. With a few questionably expert squirts of ink, he makes a vague and drippy impression of a duck-billed platypus.
He turns his creation around for Arthur to feast his eyes upon. ]
Behold. [ A masterpiece. ] The platypus.
[ You love it, Arthur. Everybody loves the platypus. Look at it. Its flippers are paws.
Ed rests an arm on the painting, chin on top as he gives Arthur a scrutinizing once-over. ] I get it. Went through this myself ages ago. Got bored of the life...kind of wanted it all to end, if I'm honest. But, I dunno. I met people. [ A certain person. The name tickles the back of his mind. He shoves it off. ] I mean, you did help put a cool musical out into the world. It got pretty good reviews.