I don't know art....

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"I don't care who put it there!" snaps Alfredo Hall, jabbing an angry finger at the tall twisted sculpture near the Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain. "It's all wrong. It's positively banal. It's ruining this show! I want it out of here!"

The construction worker is losing his patience. "Look, mac, I don't give a rat's naked tuchus what you want. I got a work order right here--" He waves the pink copy in Hall's face. "--telling me an' my boys to put that thing up, and nobody's gonna take it down without another work order!"

"Fine! I'll do it myself!"

"You try that and I'll have the union on your--" He catches sight of the zombies moving in. "Hooooly shit. What kinda crazy show you putting on here? Didn't you know Halloween was last week?"

Alfredo Hall turns and looks. "No! Oh, god, what else could go wrong today? I swear this show is cursed!"

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[lanternslight.livejournal.com]

It isn't alive, however.

Which means he can begin heating it within the shield, attempting to soften the metal as he grinds it to pieces.

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Another distorted squawk of protest from the sculpture, and then it collapses, melting into a pool of technicolor slag.

The zombies begin to move more slowly, the older or more damaged ones dropping in their tracks.

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Static watches as the zombies start dropping.

"So another day, another fashion disaster averted. So...how are we going to get this cleaned up?"