She would have found something else even if she didn't have the whistle, I'm sure.

[He takes the pink, and adds it to the end of the woman in his painting's hair, making it look like the twintails were dipped in cotton candy.]

Regardless... if this is set to happen every time, then what are we still playing at 'living' here, I wonder?

[He doesn't intend it to sound as ominous as it likely does]