You know, I hate that. I'm walking in the Museum of Modern Art, minding my own business, just taking in the information, then suddenly, out of the blue a piece of homosexual art comes RIGHT AFTER ME!!!!
I can see the painting of the nude man, bouncing on its frame towards my direction!!!! I cleverly duck behind a woman, knowing full well that this homoerotic art won't DARE go after a woman.
Then without warning....a small child runs out of the gift shop, innocently looking for his mommy. The horrible homosexual art turns, the top of the frame salivating. I can hear it growl in a soft, sassy voice, "A CHILD TO CORRUPT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" And it lunges for the innocent child, his eyes not ready for the horrible images about to be plunged into his soft, malleable retinas.
Bravely, I lunge at the disrespectful art, grabbing it, touching it, yes, actually tackling it to the ground to save the child from the infection of homosexual artistic expression! I may get infected, but....think of the children.
In the struggle, the pansy painting bites my arm! Still I fight it, holding it down!
That's when museum security finally appears. They point their guns at the painting.
"Freeze you gay brushings!!!" one of the yells. The painting stops. Looks at the security team and knows it's defeated. They take the painting back into the dark room, deep in the museum, where no one can view it where it belongs.
I get up. I am proud and happy as I watch the young, uncorrupted son hug his mother - the same woman I hid behind in cowardice when the painting first chased me. She thanks me for saving her boy.
As I recover, covering my bite wound with a cloth, I realize that one of the security guards was kind of cute. I liked the way he cocked his gun....
....oh no.....
TO BE CONTINUED!
.....I am so so sorry. I just couldn't resist!!!!!