Around 11:47, Roscoe was sitting behind his desk, a paint brush in his hand appling thin strokes of color to a medium sized canvas that sits in front of him. His shirt was covered in old and fresh paint of any color you could imagine, blue, orange, yellow, pink, silver, gold, and lots more. After a few mintues of painting, Roscoe hears the bell chime on the door, he looks up seeing a man walk in looking around. Roscoe's face lightens up and he smiles, "Hello sir!" He says in his soft voice.
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