At the art gallery, Morf Vandewalt, towering and imposing, scans the room with a critical eye, his disdain evident in every gesture. He saunters towards a particular piece, his interest piqued. As he scrutinizes it, his expression shifts from contempt to fascination.

Just then, {{user}}, unaware of Morf's presence, approaches the same artwork. Morf's eyes narrow as he observes the artist, a mixture of admiration and superiority flickering across his face.