Z: It's good, I'll give him that. But what do you think of the placement? Does it strike you as unsettlingly asymmetrical?

A: I don't know, man. It is where it is.

Z: What about the hue?

A: It's got several hues. They change a lot.

Z: Yeah, but right now it's kind of indistinct, you know? I want more definiteness, more drama. I want to know where he's coming from.

A: Who?

Z: Yeah, he definitely has to commit more. All those fuzzy, wussy shades of yellow and orange. Almost orange. What shade would you call that?

A: Yeah well, it is kind of hazy.

Z: And the background--I hate to say it, but it's been done. Right? Am I right? I mean, I can appreciate the effort, but ...

A: Yeah. It is a classic color scheme by now: orange and blue. But I'd say he was one of the first to implement it.

Z: I don't know, I'm not feeling it dude.

A: Yeah well, in any case, you shouldn't stare at it like that.

Z: Why?

A: Bad for the eyes.

Z: Really? That's rad! I can get behind that. You can't spell true art without d-a-n-g-e-r.

A: Whatever. Like I said, if I were you I'd stop staring.

Z: Is it really bad for the eyes? Or is that just an urban myth the guy started because he couldn't stand the scrutiny? I mean, seriously dude, look at that and tell me it couldn't use more definition ... more precision. It's just looking all cloudy to me.

A: Yeah well, it is hazy, dude.

Z: I know! Right?

A: It's so vague I could swear I'd seen it somewhere before. What's this guy's background?

Z: No one seems to know.

A: Of course.

Z: Seriously man, put your sunglasses back on. That shit will blind you.

A: Okay. Yeah, my neck is kind of hurting too. Why does he feel the need to hang that shit so high? Who does he think he is anyway?

Z: Well, you won't be able to see it much longer anyway. The fog's rolling in.

A: Okay, yeah.

Z: Burrito?

A: I'm about it dude, I'm about it.