PAINTER MAN
WOW: Creep. There's not much that defeats Bobby. Just don't give him a paintbrush ...
Disclaimer: I don't own him.
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Bobby sighed as he looked around his home, taking in the threadbare carpets and the mould creeping up the wall.
He couldn't remember what colours the walls were supposed to be; now they were all the same colour – dusty-grey.
Why was it he could take any car in creation, strip it back to its last rivet and rebuild it good as new - but give him a paintbrush …
Karen always knew about matching colours and whether they made a room cold or warm, and clever stuff like that; it was all an unfathomable mystery to Bobby.
You know, thinking about it, maybe dusty-grey isn't so bad after all …
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