Big Guns laughed. “Same with me. I could think clearer, deeper and,” silver grunt, “ 'paint.' I can't draw a stick man on paper –”
“No problem drawing bombs, though,” Blondie muttered, then smiled at him to continue.
“Yeah. I said I was sorry about that.” He glanced at me. I shrugged, Between you and her, pal. I was okay with what happened. He mumbled a curse, then turned back to Shocker. “With her machine I can paint abstract scenes that actually look good.”
“Clarice taught me how to paint on canvas,” Bobby told us, looking at Shocker. He told her, “Boss, you said robots would take over everything.”
“I meant car manufacturing,” she said in wonder. Looked at Blondie. “How does it know what to paint?”
“Again, it's a reverse Rorschach concept.” She walked into the room, ran a hand over
