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Well,
that was
unpleasant.
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I was wondering
when you'd show up.
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Had
to defragment
my soul. Took a while.
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Nasty.
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Has
the... I mean, it
has stopped, right?
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I've
stabilised the worst of it, yeah. Might
feel a few echoes down the line.
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Echoes?
Echoes of what, exactly? What was that?
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That
is what happens
when you try to kill reality.
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Oh.
Oops.
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Yeah.
Oops.
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Hold
on a second. It was that idiot Imaginary who started
the whole thing off.
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Not
really. You were the one who wouldn't let up. You pushed the form
too hard and too often.
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Imaginary's
limited use of animation to launch his protest was just the last
straw.
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The
medium had already been bent far too far. It started turning into
something else.
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Kind of ironic, really.
When you think about it.
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You're
much
quieter than usual.
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Our
deal. It is
still on, yes?
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Certainly.
12 days to go.
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And
I'm still in charge? I'm still the one telling the story?
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Sure.
You're in charge.
No change there.
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Then
how did Imaginary do it? How did he get control of the strip for
those panels?
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I
always wrote you as
a bright guy, Mr. Nile.
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I'm
sure you'll
figure it out.
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Damn.
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