Sloth coming back meant I had an extra person with which I could do all the things I'd had to adapt to doing alone. I could talk to him about anything, and vice versa, and we've made use of that capability at length since he's returned, but most of all, my fine art would benefit extremely. I hadn't spent much time painting with Sloth, but it was only a matter of time until our passion for fine arts would end up finding a meeting point and the result would be an inspirational mayhem all over some unsuspecting canvas. That prediction was dead on, as we finally realized that we were spending so much time together and that we were both hellbent and eager to do the same things that we finally stopped dreaming about it and collaborated last night by the joints of a bottle of rum and a three-panelled piece of cardboard we'd found on the street. We started having no idea what we were doing; an absolutely ideal team that had never teamed up before, and on top of that had no subject on the mind that needed painting. It was such a momentous matchup that whatever the outcome ended up being, it would be an automatic renaissance of craved and were capable of doing together. I was nothing short of feeling ecstasy by the time we decided we were finished for the night.