[The hilarity increases in the details. Imagine him walking around, contemplating the art with wine glass in hand. Dressed in slimming black (completely unnecessarily??), with a beret at a jaunty angle - partly because it's a struggle keeping it on his skull. Walking up behind someone, and then commenting on the art in maybe a stage whisper, but probably his usual volume. The startled gasps of other gallery visitors, and the inevitable splashes of wine on artwork.
Really, it's a good thing the island doesn't emphasize that kind of art experience.]
I'LL LOOK AT THE MURALS AGAIN. AND TRY SHOUTING AT THEM?
OUTDOOR ART... OH, DID YOU SEE THE DANCE COMPETITION? I DIDN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING IN IT, BUT WE WON, AND THAT WAS GREAT.
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Really, it's a good thing the island doesn't emphasize that kind of art experience.]
I'LL LOOK AT THE MURALS AGAIN.
AND TRY SHOUTING AT THEM?
OUTDOOR ART...
OH, DID YOU SEE THE DANCE COMPETITION?
I DIDN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING IN IT, BUT WE WON, AND THAT WAS GREAT.