Chapter 2
Miles deemed it a big mistake to think that "Bare Art – Flash Your Flesh" was the good place to start the tour around the asylum. The organisers were the "Twins", who looked rather bored despite the fact that this must have been the first time to expose their naked thoughts. One of their exhibited pieces of art was a still life of two oranges and a cucumber. The other was not that subtle in its approach to artistic expression: they were plain nudities.
"Well, these guys must have experimented with length and breadth of this kind of art", said Miles ironically.
"Yeah, you can say they are ahead of everyone else in this competition by several inches", agreed Waylon. Miles felt that the invisible connection between them was even stronger than he previously imagined. This guy definitely spoke Milesspeak."The next exhibition is called 'Anger Room'. The inmate to organise it was Chris Walker, quite a spectacle to meet. Come this way."
Miles reconsidered his earlier statement that the Twins were weird and gross. When the colossal form of Chris Walker appeared in the next room, with the abomination that he called his facial features, he almost dropped his cam. Which would have been a shame, since the room was full of… interesting things to record. First of all, there were mannequin heads all over the place (as Waylon commented, they had been originally part of another inmate's bizarre show, the one named Eddie Gluskin), which were connected to the centre of the room by chains, where there was an ever so disturbing display of a pig's head.
"Originally I wanted to name it 'A Machine for Little Piggies'", said Walker when he noticed Miles' interest that he mistook for admiration. "Then I thought it would suck."
"Is this a piece of therapeutical art?", Miles asked.
"In what sense?", Walker grunted. Waylon began to pull Miles away from Walker as he sensed that Walker is not in the cheeriest of moods.
"I mean… is this a way to come to terms with your… state?", Miles blabbered.
"What… state?", Walker inquired as calmly as he could, which meant he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"That you are fa-", started Miles, but Waylon interrupted. "He meant that you are locked up in an asylum. But Mr. Walker, we had a whale of a time and now I think it is time to leave."
The response was not at all kind for he tried to straight up murder Miles and Waylon by throwing mannequin heads at them and cursing their ancestors. While they were fleeing, Miles felt the urge to yell back. "I am glad that you did not join the Twins' exhibition, 'cause then they would have had to name it 'The Good, the Bad and the Freakin' Ugly'!"
"Or Lord of the Onion-rings: Return of the Chicken-wing!", Waylon laughed.
Yes, he surely spoke Milesspeak.