The sheriff of Pure Heart Valley named Mao Mao was currently patrolling the area, it was shaping up to be a good day. While Mao Mao was walking, he suddenly caught his eye on traces of paints, after walking along them for some time, he saw another resident drawing on the wall, it was clearly not a resident of the valley.. Someone new, because he did not recognize this person, they were the stuff YOU drew if it wasn't obvious, somehow- They were each variable in quality, but rules are rules. He cleared his throat and spoke in his usual manner.

"Hey, kid! Sorry, but you can't keep painting here... Especially on the wall!"

You stopped drawing and turned towards him. His voice had a small bit of anger in it, and he looked like he wanted to curse you out.. At least for a bit, he calmed himself down.

"Look man, or whatever you are. It's been a long day for me, could you just paint somewhere else?"

Mao said, sounding a little bit sleepy.