This happens every year. Every damn year I fall back in love with Painter IX, like an ex-loved one who's back in town and good times are had. And every year it ends with screaming and things being set on fire. I want this to be the year that works! So here's the plan Photoshop, I'll come home to you and the kids but I still get to mess around with that Painter floozy on the side. Deal?