"I have come to the conclusion that almost all of the problems I've had in developing my art over the years are ultimately attributable to laziness," the veteran recluse confessed. He stacked a handful of ocean liners in the sink and glanced out the window. The old stump was still burning. Soon Helios Creed would rain down from the skies and put it out. Maybe in the morning the veteran recluse could go out there and look closer at the stump. Maybe he could even draw something like real comics.
