Mission Control requests that you get out and perform an inspection of an unidentified flying object in orbit. They tell you that you have to see this.
You don't get it. It's just a painting. Not good, but not that bad either. You ignore Mission Control's fervent requests that you bring this beautiful painting of a horse back to Kerbin, because you are a twat with a horrible taste in art. You couldn't recognize a masterpiece if it hit you at 1025 m/s.
You tell them it's stupid and you'll leave it as it is. They say you're being treacherous by denying their orders. Dumbest story you ever heard. You motion for these <people> to calm down.
