"Whatever I paint with this brush, becomes real." Drawcia says.
"Oh, really? I'd like to see that with my own eyes." Marx says.
"Alright!" Drawcia says. "Get me a canvas."
"You can't tell me what to do!!!" Marx yells.
"Fine..." Drawcia says. She turns to see Darkus about to go in his room. "Darkus, go get me a canvas!" She says.
"No." Darkus says.
"Darkus, get Drawcia a canvas! I wanna see her fail!" Marx yells.
"Fine." Darkus says.
"There's a bunch in my room." Drawcia says.
"I don't care." Darkus says as he goes in Drawcia's room.
Darkus enters Drawcia's room, to see about millions of paintings and canvases. He grabs a blank canvas. "What the..." He says as he sees weird paintings resembling 02 and Dark Matter and Miracle Matter.
"What does Drawcia have against my kind...?" Darkus asks himself.
"Darkus?" Magolor asks at the doorway. "What are you doing in Drawcia's room?" Darkus grabs Magolor, covers his mouth, and shows him t