"Imagine a sculptor being confronted by a stranger, who, as it turns out, confesses to revere our sculptor. Imagine the flattery known to anybody who is told they've inspired some noble aspiration in somebody. The student then presents our sculptor with a work fashioned after the sculptor's own style - a likeness of the student himself. It is a monstrosity! A ******** mess. Even worse, is that our artist sees that this piece of s**t before him is a more reasonable facsimile of his own work than he'd like to think. You ******** idiot!! Admire me?!! You s**t!!! I'm the villain in this ******** story!"
-JTHM
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