"Someone help me take down this painting," I said. Uberbob walked over and took one side of the frame while I took the other. We tried with all our might to take it off the wall, but the painting wouldn't budge; it was sealed directly to the wall itself.
"Maybe it has one of those weird mechanisms were you push in something and a wall opens or something like that.." I babbled incoherantly. I placed my hands on the glass in the spots where the smudges were. The surface of the painting blinked like a computer screen, and a calm, soothing woman's voice called out, "Access denied. Pwned you, n00b." Immediately I felt several volts of electricity running through my body. I fell backwards and twitched a few times before regaining my senses.
'As if I needed another reason to hate his paintings,' I thought to myself.
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