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

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.

"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.