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You know, things would be a lot easier if John Trumbull was a lowly cobbler and not the GODDAMN PAINTER OF THE REVOLUTION.
There's a lot of pressure that comes with the name, you know? I need more Jet. And Mentats. Why aren't there Jet-tats? Why isn't THAT a thing?
And now Nunez wants me to repaint this war machine with our colors before they try and take back Quincy. I told him that's now how artists work, but he threated to tell Mercer about the chems and the antler holes I poked in his favorite hat, so work I shall.
But really, I just hope everyone comes back safe. Trumbull or not, I'm not ready to paint another death scene.