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Apocalypse page one hundred eighty eight. Panel one: Malady and Plague sit in their usual chairs. Plague muses out loud 'My throat hurts...' Malady looks up from her phone to glare at the cup in Plague's hand. 'Then drink some water. Is that water?' Panel two: Plague evasively says '...It's a smooth liquid...' Malady snaps 'That is so sus!' Panel three: She continues, 'Is is like Michael Jackson being a smooth talker? ... Wait no. Smooth operator?' Plague watches this incredulously. Panel four: 'Ah yes,' Plague replies. 'The famous song Smooth Operator.'

Posted May 12 2024