“Haha, whoops! Looks like I accidentally started strangling you to death! Whenever someone makes completely false statements about our lord, my body acts on its own. Thankfully it was an honest mistake that you will never do again! Ever!” “My oh my, where were we? Oh right, the date...or was a lecture? Why not BOTH!?" *Ghent pulls a table and chairs up from the darkness* “We were talking something called a “supreme will”. You see, that is the key ingredient that separates the wheat from the chaff! Art school is not here to help you achieve some silly dream, not at all. You are here to color yourself in the power of the great ones and destroy foolish weaklings that seek to tarnish their names. It is, after all, survival of the fittest. What’s the point to art if you can’t be better and more popular than everyone else? That supreme will of integrity will make you soar to the heavens above!” (...what does integrity have to do with all of this?) “Oh yes, we’re also on a date! I do have to say, you have a certain...air of coolness about you that is so attractive. The way you neglect even mentioning that hideous new movement called contemporary fills my host’s cold body with glee! Tell me more about your love for modern art!” “Your interest in the fine art is so...arousing...” Why is this even happening.