Chew Lip.

I am under intense pressure to make this tulip flower.
At the same time I am a renowned killer of all potted plant-life. Cold, brutal, precise.
But I am trying to mend my ways. I read somewhere that a green cap and rubber gloves was a must in the shady world of tulip voodoo.

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Just so you know, when I last painted this kitchen in the late 1980s, bile green was all the rage.