“You hear this, Louie? I’m starving here. And when the old stomach starts talking, it’s not talking to me. It’s talking to… the claws!
I’m holding these bad boys back as best as I can, but the thing is it’s not up to me. The stomach’s got a direct line to these babies, and I’m picking up a lot of chatter! So, I’ll talk to the claws, but in exchange, next week, all your food comes to me.” (Mittens, Bolt)
|Subject||2 × 2 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|