[He had ditched the statue earlier in the day, and later had emerged from his house for a record-setting second time in one day to run mundane errands. Getting annoyingly necessary items like food, that sort of thing. On his way back, he decides the world must hate him - of course he already knew that - because standing defiantly in the yard of the house across the street is the immortalized-in-granite Lloyd.
His footsteps halt and he's too livid to even think for a moment. Then he notices the boy polishing the statue. Someone he recognizes.] What do you think you're doing?
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His footsteps halt and he's too livid to even think for a moment. Then he notices the boy polishing the statue. Someone he recognizes.] What do you think you're doing?