The runner-up in any competition, especially Miss Universe, occupies the worst position in the placings. So close! So far! At least in this case Hank can cry foul that no one understands his revisionist anarchic colouring-innering style. That the judge clearly felt constrained by the boundaries of conventional colouring-innering, and in fact was AFRAID OF HIS ART.
Hank was low on actual application of solid blocks of colour, but high on crossbones, death trance, peg leg, and a jacket I'd really like to own if only it existed beyond the realm of paper. Very piratey.