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| Congratulations! You won the comic contest. | |
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| Yes, Maura. And this is what you win: The hassle of thinking up new rules, a ban on making comics for the next contest, and the scorn of those people who you don't pick to win the next one. | |
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| Uh, what if I resign my title? Surely, the first runner up could do all that. | |
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| Sorry, All the runners-up and honorable mentions have left town. And before you ask about Mr. Congeniality ... | |
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