When those so-called artists saw the chaos unfolding in front of them, they scrambled for the exits in a blind panic.
Eliot roared after them at the top of his lungs. "Don't you dare leave. My mom's ashes are inside your stomachs. Spit every last bit of it back out right now. No one gets to walk out of here with my mom's organs."
The artists felt the whole situation was bad luck, and they couldn't get out fast enough. Just then, a big bus screeched to a halt outside the art gallery, and a doctor in a white coat went barreling straight in through the doors. He shouted, "These are all escaped patients from our psychiatric hospital. Round every single one of them up and bring them back."
Triggered by the sudden commotion, those fake artists scattered in every direction, screaming as they r
