“Oh, no no no! It appears that I have been cornered by two super hot chicks! What ever shall I do? Oh, wait- you’re just paint and clay!”

The mysterious figure would stick his fingers deep into the girls’ faces, pressing them in and warping awkwardly- like play dough.

He would spin his wrists, mixing and mashing their features- the colors of their faces blending into each other.

Frozen and silent in their positions, the mysterious figure would pull his fingers out of their faces, and proceed to draw a few features onto the newly ‘blanked’ canvases.

“There! Much better!” He would say as he waltzed away.