761 >PS: Look at painting

It's a clown.  You hate clowns.  Ever since you were little, you could remember a time when some friend of yours had a birthday party where they had a clown at the party.  Every single time, you either had pie lobbed into your face, or you had some water squirted all over you, or you were forced to sit in a chair that breaks under you.  And Each time you see a clown, you want to cover that caucasian-colored cloud of chaos that constitutes their face in Red.

You hate clowns.

You notice that instead of eyes, this clown has holes, much like the mural on the other side of your office.

>PS: Look through holes