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The author retuns to the comic creator, finding his old friend sitting in a garbage can.
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| It's been a long time friend. | |
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| So, you've been away three long years, and want to return with some completely unfunny crap about your return. | |
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| When did you get so uppity? | |
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| Could it have been the night, the night you left me? | |
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| Jesus loves me, this I know; My nerual implant tells me so. | |
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