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For this comic, you need to use your mind to imagine.
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| A lake over here, perhaps | |
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| An old man sits on a park bench over here. | |
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It's like reading a book. You see it in your mind's eye.
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| Sailboats. Clouds overhead. | |
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| The old man starts to say something... | |
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Oh, fuck it. Jesus, Cross, Fire. The universal punchilne.
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| Come on over, Jesus. Time to make you my bitch once again. | |
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