Well, now that the Gator-dude has gone back to his genetically pre-disposed roots and is wielding an airbrush instead of a covering iron, the truth has to finally come out.
Once upon a time in a place & time long since forgotten, unbeknownst to the world but knownst to the author, lived a not-so-famous arteest (not to be confused with artist) named Vincent van Gator. Vincent was a troubled young man, often seen running hither and yon, dipping & diving with his arms splayed out, making funny putt-putt-vroom-vroom noises that sounded like an imaginary engine would sound in the 1800's. His mother contributed to young Vincent's unusual demeanor by incessantly criticizing him for his imaginary flying antics and was forever admonishing him "....quit messin' about like a friggin' idiot and do something worthwhile, like that cute van Gogh boy across the street. That boy's gonna go somewhere I tell you! Why can't you learn to paint like him....why do you have to run around like some kinda dodo bird!"
Our Vincent wanted badly to please his mother so he started hanging around with the young van Gogh boy. He tried and tried and TRIED, but even with the tutoring supplied by the soon-to-be master, van Gogh, all the delicate light and shadow nuances gently playing about on his subject's faces came out on canvas as garish shades of orange and blue! Young van Gogh said "Geez, Vince, don't you know that only losers paint with orange and blue?"
van Gator kept on trying to make it as an artist for years and years but eventually quit trying. Over the years his mentor had slowly but surely gone wacko due to his inability to shake our man out of his gawdy orange & blue thing. van Gator finally had enough and left the scene when van Gogh's girlfriend Mabel said "Vince, get me a beer!" Due to the wacky little voices in his head, van Gogh misunderstood and instead heard "Vince, cut off an ear!" So he did.
Our boy van Gator weren't no fool so he left, caught the red-eye to America, moved to Florida and lived happily ever after. The van Gator arteest gene skipped a couple of generations but has again manifested itself in none other than our favorite wonder child: The Termegator!
So, when the Gator-dude drags out his latest masterpiece and you're utterly shocked and amazed, just shrug your shoulders and say: "Hey, what do expect, he was BORN that way!"
