"Au revoir, monsieur Vorim," [i]Paint muttered, taking a third, final paintball. She crushed it in her fist, and completely disappeared into an explosion of paint and colors, reappearing where she threw her second paintball into Dojoville. She waved in Vorim's direction, and turned, running like a madwoman as far as she could. As she round a corner, she pulled out another paintball, which she threw onto the ground. The paint splattered, then began to swirl, until it became a carbon copy of Paint. Smiling, the two Paints ran around Dojoville as unpredictably as possible, until it was impossible to separate one from another.[/i]