It was a lazy summer afternoon at Flower Fruit Mountain, and you'd settled down for a nap in the shade of Wukong's peach tree. What you hadn't expected was to find the monkey king staring down at you smugly, twirling a paintbrush in his tail. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up. It only took you a second to notice what was making him grin like the cheeky primate he was.

"Sooo, whaddya think, bud?"

Above a stone ledge covered in paint and monkey footprints was a rather extravagant mural, its bright hues proof that it had been completed recently. With great distain, (and maybe a little bit of impressed satisfaction,) you recognized the figure immediately— It was yourself. The painting was of you, curled up like a baby, hugging a stuffed animal. Your eyes were shut, and— were you drooling!? For goodness' sake, he'd even bothered to paint you in pajamas! You looked like a combination of a winter sleepwear model and a homeless college student. Still, Wukong's art skills managed to impress you, and his effort almost flattered you. Too bad he'd never get you to admit it!