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Apocalypse page one hundred thirty nine. Panel one: Famine and Feast (her boyfriend) sit together on the couch with cats in their laps. Famine randomly asks 'How many pairs can we make out of our 4 cats?' Feast tentatively says 'Uhh... six?' Panel two: 'Yeah that sounds right!' Famine agrees, 'Its either 4! Or like...' SHe trails into mathmatical notation. Feast blithley agrees '4 plus 2?' Panel three: They look at each other for a silent beat. Panel four: They both look straight ahead. Famine quiestly says 'No, that's defiitely not right.'

Posted June 4 2023