Alternathon short story 3: in OD

This was the most boring thing I’ve ever done. Watching paint dry doesn’t even compare. But, you know what they say. Needs must…

I looked upon my handiwork and smiled. I didn’t really enjoy what I did, but even I had to admit, this was a masterpiece.

The lines were perfect, the colours were mixed stunningly. You would be hard pressed to find anyone better at this than me. It is unusual for me to be so prideful of my work but, damn, I was on fire today.

Of course, it wasn’t quite finished yet. They never are. Always works in progress. I stopped smiling, leaned in close and growled ‘You ready to give me the information yet? Or do I need to torture you some more?’