"Uh... You are a mess. What the heck happened to you?" Chanmi asked, staring at his clothes that were messy with paint.

Jackson eagerly held up the painting. "Look, look, do you know what it is?"

"Are those my high-heels you painted?" Chanmi asked as she squinted. "Why are there holes in them?"

"They're bullet holes," he replied.

"Wow, you really hate my heels."