As the final sheet in the second Free City set, with only this image on the back of the sheet, the piece reads like a parting shot. A delicate botanical specimen is overprinted with the blunt imperative “Fuck Off,” the joke residing in the contrast between courtesy of form and discourtesy of message. In that final position, the sheet becomes an elegant rebuff to intrusion, authority, or unwanted claim on the self: a deadpan farewell and a last irreverent flourish at the end of the sequence.