Michelangelo vs Leonardo: brush, chisel, and bad blood

You spent sixteen years on the Sforza horse and cast a clay mound the French used for archery practice, Leonardo.

Bold from a man who slept in his boots and wore the same clothes until they peeled off with his skin, Michelangelo.

At least my ceiling still exists, your Anghiari mural literally dripped down the wall while you experimented with wax.

I fill notebooks with flying machines and anatomy, you fill four years lying on your back painting a roof and calling it agony, poor martyr.