"I'm sorry, sir," the flower says to the man.

"Behold!" the man said, unveiling his masterpiece. "Sorry," the critic said. "It sucks." The masterpiece was a photo of a Cheeto.

"You wanna go, person?" the flower snarled. The cat reared onto his hind legs, claws extended. "Bring it," he hissed.

He stared at the rainbow, an expression of mild disgust on his face.

That pumpkin's all sorts of ready for a night on a town. He's got his shades, a good additude. Man, you wish you were that pumpkin.