“Ah.”  He says.  Of course you noticed that the badly-painted picture of me has colors that run, meaning it was performed with a paintbrush.  And the excellent drawing of my co-worker was done with a marker, which I hold in my hand.  Your powers of observation are keen.”

The boombox’s volume knob is at 10, the next-to-highest setting.  It’s a little hard to hear.

You sit down in front of the wrinkled old man and begin the password exchange.

“Your drawing is a perfect 10.”  You say.

“Then is there no room for improvement?” He asks.

What’s the rest of the password?

1.  “Go to 11.”
2.  “Keep practicing.”
3.  “You can’t beat perfection.”