Van Gogh appears painting furiously as usual. Enter Gauguin.
Van Gogh ignores him.
Van Gogh continues, gliding his fingers on the surface of something, even more furiously.
Gauguin: VINCENT, DAMNIT LISTEN TO ME!
Van Gogh stops. He turns.
Van Gogh: What, is that supposed to be funny?
Gauguin: No, no–wait, I didn’t mean. I’m sorry, I–
Van Gogh: (interrupting) Oh, you didn’t mean it? You are such an inconsiderate asshole. My sunflowers never looked the same after you left, and now you want to pick up where we left of, living in a Co-Op in Brooklyn, pretending everything is hunky-dory? WELL, IT ISN’T. Sure, my clothes are seen as “hip” by these glasses-wearing, scarf-wearing, coffee-drinking, vintage-scouring nitwits, but I don’t belong here! This is miserable! I fucking hate everyone here! GOD DAMNIT WHY I AM I HERE?
Gauguin: (quietly) Jesus, you’re ear-itible today… get it?… get it?
Van Gogh: (pause… returns to painting furiously)
Gauguin: Damnit, Vincent, hear me out! It’s just Draw Something! It doesn’t need to be a masterpiece!
Van Gogh:… Well, you’re the one who couldn’t guess “wizard” right!
Gauguin: FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE EAR.
Van Gogh returns to his iPad, where he is currently Googling and drawing Lady Gaga at the same time.