"Come out and help me, Todd." I pleaded through the doorway.
"You don't need my help, get out there and get your piece done."
I growled at the door and stamped my foot, "your help will speed up the process. Come on, you know I do better with the company. Be my muse Todd!"
The door swung inward and Todd smiled his big waxed mustache at me. "Bee, you don't need a muse. You got more talent in your little finger than the rest of the artists inside this building." He leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms.
"You may think so," he frowned at me, "but I need this piece to be the best one I've ever done. I have to win this competition."
"Well, you won't win it haunting my doorway."
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