Flying around, John saw that the beams of light were coming from the top of a penthouse. Increasing his speed, John flew to the penthouse. He crashed through the window, landing on both feet. Looking around, he saw that the beams were coming from a ray gun shaped like a brush. Quickly, he flew to the machine and quickly destroyed it. The citizens were saved. However, those who had been transformed were unfortunately not so lucky. They remained frozen in fear, waiting for a cure for their ailment. John looked around the penthouse.
He was in a loft, full of sculptures of naked men. However, John doubted these guys were poor unfortunate people frozen in stone because of how poorly made they were. One has too skinny, with his left arm long than the right one. Another whose hip was off center. There were all sorts of misshapen statues of men and the only reason John knew they were men was because of the misshapen genitals and flat pectorals.
"Someone obviously wanted to be a better artist." John said.
"And you had to go and ruin it all."
Turning around, John found a skinny man in black. He was dressed like the stereotype french artist, with a red barrette and fake mustaches. John raised an eyebrow at the man. "Who are you?"
"I am zee future great artist of zee world! I am Jaque, Le Artist!"
"Wow, you talk with a bad french accent." John commented. Jaque fumed.
"Impecil! teez iz no accent! I speak perfect frances!"
"What ever. I don't know what your game is pal, but it ends here. You're heading to jail right after you return everyone back to normal." John ordered. Jaque laughed with an obnoxious french accent.
"I do not thinkz zo. Why woud I, Le Artist, ru-in such manifique workz of art? They shall be mon suburp creationz."
Annoyed with the bad french accents, John flew towards Jaque, but before he could collide with the mad artist, Jaque pulled out a paint brush, which fired a black glob of paint at the super hero. The wet paint splashed onto John, blinding him and causing him to crash. John pulled himself up, the black paint covered most of his costume and face. Using his cape, John wiped the paint off his face and costume before undoing the cape and letting it fly off him.
"I don't know what that was about? But you're not going to trick me again." John said, unaware of the true dangers of the paint and Jaque's magic brush. John flew at Jaque again, falling straight for Jaque's trap.