The bus was driven around to the back of the rustic studio and everyone climbed out to meet Ega.  He seemed like a gregarious enough fella, although his boisterous ways and rough manner did seem to put some of the folks off a bit.  

A small contribution to the cause of art?

"Oh ya just gotta get used to him", Krik explained to the others, he's really a sensitive soul."  "Yeah?" challanged Bull, "then why's he lookin' at the bus with those hungry eyes?  Seems like he wants ta weld our bus into that junky lookin' thing he's buildin'."  "Hey! Stop! Ya can't do that!" screemed Krik as he ran defensively to the bus.  "Oh c'mon now boys and girls" cajoled Ega, "can'tcha jest make one little bitty sacrifice for the cause of art?"  "No, and we're gettin' outta here, and now!" replied Krik as everyone piled back into the bus and burned rubber, all the way back to the highway.

leavin' that crazy ol' coot in the dust