Workmen arrived at the corner of Staples and Jay Street in Tribeca to box up the Banksy. “Thank god you guys got to it first,” a Banksy enthusiast remarked,

The workman measured the width of the piece. “Oh, they’ll get at it, if they want to.” “At least you’ll slow them down.”

“You can never stop evil.”A Tribecian passed by with his Golden Labrador and blurted out sarcastically, “Oh, my god, it’s art!” The Banksy enthusiasts looked back, a little miffed, but shrugged it off. They continued to watch the workman drill holes around the Banksy work.

“Did you know that you can’t see an original piece of art anymore?” One said a little loudly over the sound of the drill. “You know how many times they’ve painted over the Mona Lisa?”Having tried to take her pictures for some time around the workmen, a Banksy admirer finally gave up and confessed to her boyfriend. “All I got was a picture of that guy’s ass.”A young family squeezed behind, carrying three large wooden crates of apples. “You’re pulling me,” one of the young sisters complained to the other.