“It's a Van Gogh,” Safari Stu said, spying his fellow Jupiter-Sized Jungle Jamboree-r studying a picture of seashore hanging in the den of The Hunting Lodge. “A real one too—I found a story about it in me dad’s notes about alien invasions. It was nicked from a museum by anthropomorphic alien ladders but me dad bashed ‘em up real good and sent those bastards back to Home Depot City (which is a planet). Apparently they couldn't return the paintin’ on account of some invisible alien secretions that would give away the truth about society so me old man hung it up here and concocted some sorta story about the Mafia that came out a few years after he died.”

His ANARCHY TAG TEAM LEGEND partner kept staring at the Beach at Scheveningen in Stormy Weather. “Hello Stu of the Safari, my name is Roger and I'm a wee bit of an expert on the Vincent from Goch because it is a large part about how I wooed my darling humongous Molly who is 34 months pregnant with my child. I hate to tell you that your daddy whose smile is so sweet was a fool but he was certainly tomfooled because even though this is as good a forgery as the time I pretended to be Micheal Graves and ruled over Anarchy for a year while tricking everyone, the layering on the painting is all wrong and so I think the real painting is still out there somewhere.”

“Wait… is the one they ‘recovered’ from the mob actually the real one?”

“No the blue is wrong on that one.”

Stu rubbed his hairless chin. “Maybe I need to have a smidge more of a gander at that then…”

“WE will,” Roger declared. “For WE are united in our war against evil aliens and also to save all of the Rogers and Josephs of the world to rescue my mummy from being turned into a thousand butterflies. In fact, we are the most united tag team champions in the XWF todag!”

“This Korvayne situation seems a bit sus though. Seems like she's right for the pickin’ for some sorta Nincompoop to swoop in and lure her astray.”

“Well we can't have that so in honour of your father's victory over the alien ladders that led to this alien-fluid-covered painting hanging in your home I will try really really hard to also conquer the ladders and force myself to go UP them even though I really really don't like going UP and then when I go UP I will be the first the first person to simultaneously be XWF AND Anarchy tag team champions and the Jupiter-Sized Jungle Jamboree will merge with the ART Foundation and bluebirds will sing!”

“You sure you wanna do that, mate?”

Roger finally broke his gaze from the painting and started Stu directly in the eye.

“I've never been more sure about anything in the forty-six minutes I've been awake.

Thank you for listening to my plan.”