Art, you say. Hmm.. I'm afraid the art teacher didn't care much for my art. She thought it too grim.

You've given me an idea, though. I should try painting.. nothing too exact, though. I am no drawer of straight lines.

Aren't you in high school? Shouldn't you be going to bed?

What's the happy occasion?

Do you mind if I smack myself on the head? A year ago, and I had completely forgotten it. Still, with all that I've learned this year, I shouldn't be surprised.

I am not ashamed of being an Atudai. If you think that I should be ashamed, I would ask that you explain yourself.

Though it requires some "reverse engineering" (if you catch my drift), I gather that this is some kind of Kitzis-Freidmann kind of thing.

I still don't understand why I need to be ashamed of anything. If all you've got is satire, then your position seems to be standing on fowl legs, so to speak.

Maybe it loses its effect when one has to read it backwards. Ncurses..