Story time, second half. (Malla)

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  (Edited April 16th, Just tidying up this tiny little story)

There was no limit to her madness, the paint splashed all over the wall as her paint Canon fired all sorts of colors.
A much more short robot walked in, looking around, "Malla, we don't need this much paint here...." Galismin said, feeling the paint drip onto his white hair.
Malla looked at him, blinking once.
She then continued to paint the place full of rainbows.
Galismin sighed once more as a big glob of blue paint fell onto his head, it ran down his face as he huffed and left.

Malla clapped and silently laughed at him.
She grabbed a air brush gun and made red swirly designs all over the floor, she then decided that the floor should be of Red, orange and yellow.

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