He's like a pit of bad ideas. He's like bad idea Santa Claus. Party bows over the sketchbook to see, only swaying a tiny bit. Scowling a lot. "Y'couldn't find red paper? Couldn't make it red? It's fuckin Christmas, pidg. Y'need red. Look, we can get these back out for Valentine's Day."

And he'll just reach over to remove one of the ornaments.