《cocaine》Bob Ross Fiction

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Bob Ross summoned his paint brush; the length of it was that of a short sword, and the width of a broad shield. A painting easel was his shield, and shin-guard made out of broken palettes.

He was ready for battle.

Being the lord of love, Bob had a duty to keep hatred out of this world, and there was no being more hateful than the likes of the Hitler.

But he was already dead, so...

He just sorta sat there...

Bob Ross decided that right now, all he needed to do was paint trees and spread love like no other.

What a nice thing to do.

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