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	Pickles looked on in wonderment as he witnessed art turning into life.  Imagination taking form and dimension.  It inspired awe.  As the arachnids crawled out, Pickles' fascinated gaze slowly ascended up Tzipporah's body.  He looked upon her with a desire to understand, a [i]need[/i] to know how she worked.  While the question would always be there, he would wait upon the answer.  For now he was satisfied with the spectacle alone.

	His nearly ever-present grin pulled even wider. "[color=c4df9b]How... magnificent,[/color]" he said in a loud whisper. "[color=c4df9b]You are a MIRACULOUS work of art.[/color]"  A small, rhythmic chuckle escaped his lips.  It was born of extraordinary satisfaction.  "[color=c4df9b]Your ink is almost as amazing as your canvas. Tell me, sweet masterpiece, HOW would you like to-[/color]"

	Just then a strange woman ran by in a flash yelling something Pickle's didn't quite catch.  He stared off in her direction for a moment longer before returning his attention to Tzipporah.  "[color=c4df9b]Some people refuse to take the TIME to appreciate beauty.[/color]"