Kick Him

You lash out with your foot, but he deflects it and knocks you to the ground.  The door to the small room closes ominously behind you both.

"I thought that you might appreciate my art," he says.  "But I can see that you're just another poseur, like so many before you, like the girl who used single stitch on one puppet and cross stitch on another, or those who don't manage to stick the ending."

"Make him a prop!" the book says.

"Yeah," the bee says.  "A prop!"

"That's an excellent idea!"

The bee stings you, and you become disoriented and dizzy. 

Everything goes black...