[for a moment, Alisa just stares at the elevator, perfectly stunned as he tries to comprehend what the heck just happened?? painting?? talking painting?? THIRSTY talking painting??]
[but by the time the next elevator arrives. . . he slaps a hand across his mouth and doubles over, shoulders shaking in. . . laughter]
[SORRY SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO RIDICULOUS HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF]
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[but by the time the next elevator arrives. . . he slaps a hand across his mouth and doubles over, shoulders shaking in. . . laughter]
[SORRY SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO RIDICULOUS HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF]
[between chortles, he manages to wheeze]
What the fuck.