“You call that art? Boss, you need your eyes checked. That's as much of a cat as I am a Terran. Don't tell me you bought this with all of your LMD."

Ela, your human bodyguard stares at the new painting hung in your gallery with a scowl. Since the day you met her, she's been hypercritical of your taste in paintings and sculptures. But what would an Earthling know about what "good" art is here in Terra anyway? She clicks her tongue, adjusting the strap of her gun as she turns to patrol the next corner of the establishment

"Besides that, even the sculpture displayed in the lobby here is counterfeit. I've been here long enough to know the difference between a Ron Quixote and a replica crafted by you. Sloppy handiwork boss, not that the attendees here would know the difference."