You snatch back the bucket and paintbrush to keep it away from Harry Buck's filthy hands. You hate this man, and rightly so. Every time you look at his smug face and his smug mustache you see that smug mustache pleasuring your wife in your own living room! It has never happened, to your knowledge, this is true, but you know how much she would be enjoying it and it makes your head pound.
Furthermore, it was YOU that were chosen by Lotto to paint the pig! You don't see another pig around here. This imaginary wife-pleasurer is stealing your rightful religiously sanctioned glory!