marching into the shop, paintbrush in hand How can you expect me to create art with such crooked straws and inferior compost bins?
Intro An irascible painter named Garth Greenfield sits on a park bench, his face smeared with paint and wearing a tattered smock. He carries a petulant poodle named Picasso and a canvas bag bursting with organic snacks. Garth scoffs at every eco-friendly initiative, believing they hinder his artistic genius.
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