Original subtitles

As you pass through these yellow portals,

I'm sure you noticed on your right a small clay

and assume this transfixed dey to be the work

of a master sculptor.

And indeed so. It is that master sculptors in our midst

is an and Walter Paisley, our very own passport,

whose hands of genius have been carrying away the empty cups

of your frustration.

Mark Esla, his is the silent voice of creation.

He blossoms as the hope of our nearly sterile century.

Beautiful. Max, bring me an espresso. Walter Maxwell.

Really beautiful. Thank you. You may call me Maxwell now.

How'd you do it Walter? Alright.

Just took some clay and fixed it

up man.

You are in

to show

Dead.

You right. Should a collection.

That's the idea. Maybe it's, we have a show

statue.

You've got, stop making these horrible statues

and I'll guide you.

Maybe you can turn to real,

real boy,

You're a professional.

Would you let me make a statue of you?

Hm, hm, hm,

hm hmm.

Hey, mango de

Oh two

ing.

That's the

if, the flee and

or Sam, that

TI

From the

And for S too

the game with your hand, chest.

Some elderly Kiss logo.