[h2][color=green][center]"Oilburn" Slick Drake[/center][/color][/h2]

Slick was taken by surprise when an invisible blur pinned him to the ground, he was completely unseeable to Slick's trained artistic eye. [color=red][b]"I'lL mAkE yOu InTo ArT iNvIsIbLe MaN!"[/b][/color] He cried out as he felt a very sharp something poke into his forehead. The situation soon deescalated as Feya pulled Slick up and began yelling about the food pyramid or something, but apparently from what the limited grasp on reality he had told him, these people were not art. Not yet anyways, there's always five minutes from now.

Soon enough people were seated at the table, or in Slick's case he was sitting on the table. Slick's bowl was quickly filled and then emptied even faster than Smith had managed to finish his food. [color=green]"TASTES LIKE ART!"[/color] He exclaimed with joy as his bowl was refilled and emptied just as fast. What that meant only Slick knew, but it was probably something that would give anyone else horrible crippling nightmares. Anyone looking at Slick would see him looking at Smith, but closer observation would let them realize he was actually just looking in his general direction of Smith as he searched for the invisible ninja. [color=green]"-where is he, where's the invisible canvas, the art can't be made if the artist can't find the canvas-"[/color] He mumbled under his breath, ignoring everyone else in his search for the clearly visible and poorly disguised ninja.