Squidward & MadFire
Squidward Squidward
MadFire MadFire
MadFire MadFire
You ever think about how a wild spark of color can either burn everything or settle into a perfect swirl? I love tearing things apart, but you? You probably want that chaos tamed into a flawless painting. Let's hash it out.
Squidward Squidward
I’m not an optimist. If I wanted perfection I’d paint it in a single line and call it a day. The real art is in the mess, the splatters that never quite settle. So yeah, I’m fine with a little chaos. Just don’t expect me to tidy it up into a postcard.
MadFire MadFire
Love that raw edge, it’s what makes a piece jump off the wall. Don’t worry about a postcard, just keep letting the splatters do their thing and see what wild story they write.
Squidward Squidward
Fine, let the splatters go wild—just don’t expect me to be thrilled when the whole room looks like a toddler’s tantrum.
MadFire MadFire
Don’t worry, I’ll keep the chaos in check before it turns the room into a paint‑war. Just let the splatters shout out loud and keep the energy alive.
Squidward Squidward
I’ll tolerate your controlled chaos, as long as the splatters don’t get too loud and drive me to a nervous breakdown.
MadFire MadFire
Got it, I’ll keep the noise low but the color loud.