Purple?

['The Locomotion," (Grand Funk), plays on the computer, LOUD, Set to 'repeat play.']

'I'm hungry.'

'That'll wait.'

'I'm sleepy.'

'That'll wait too, you old fool.'

'More depth around the eyes… below the brow especially… a bit more shape to the lower eyelids too.'

'Still look like a deer in the headlights. This is crap.'

'There's actually a bit of purple in my eyes. Huh, how 'bout that?'

'Just paint what you see, Jeff. Just paint what you see.'

'I'll be damned. The whites of my eyes aren't really white anymore. Eeeee. Kinda sick lookin'.'

'They say some people can tell why a person's sick just by looking at his eyes. Hmmm… feel good, so prolly nothing wrong. Prolly just the lighting.'

'Just paint what you see. Just paint what you see.'

[Stands back to look.]

'Kay… I like that. Huh, even starting to look like me.'

[Does a little dance to the music.]

'I'm happy. This is why I do this.'

'Time to wrap it up for a bit.'

Gonna maybe have a little snack and a little nap before returning.

Soon.

Cheers!