Katsuo leaned on his skateboard, wheezing a bit, as he coughed out some blood and inadvertently sent it towards the Gorilla. He took of his fairly dinky heroic red jacket cape, and wiped his mouth with it, and placed it on his shoulder. "OW that hurt. S-sorry, know it wasn't groovy, but..." He glanced over as he heard a mumbling from some lady. Katsuo glanced at the portrait of James K. Polk, and his eyes began twinkling with joy.

"Oh no way!" Katsuo eagerly declared, "Look at those strong pronounced cheekbones! Like the majestic mountains of the Wyoming landscape! His visage, stern and serious understanding the importance of Manifest Destiny, as he started the Mexican-American War! Those flowing locks of a man of such stature, truly manly!" He gushed out, as he drooled a bit with blood, absorbing every piece of the image that reconstructed his greatest hero and idol. "That. IS. [b]GROOVY![/b] Amaterasu smiles upon this, like her smiles extending her light to shine upon the American Shores." Katsuo paused as he coughed again, "Babe, you have given Polk a magnificent portrait that will be forever treasured in the annals of American History." He blinked as he glanced at her, "Ah, oh, yeah! Mizushima Katsuo." He said as he moved his skateboard back to lean on.