It was a shame to ruin such a fine piece of art, but desperate times called for desperate measures... At least, that was Telly's justification. "Alright," he responded, climbing up onto the exhibit and using his height to reach behind the rug and undo the clasps that held it firmly in place. He was not so sure that yanking it off the wall would do them any good... If it was truly Gandhi's own rug, it must have been sixty years old, perhaps fragile.