Panel 1: Iz is in his and his parents' apartment. He is holding his phone, on which he is receiving a series of texts from his employer.
Iz: What, what?
Text: We feel you would benefit from a change of venue. Living with your parents must be hard.
Panel 2:
Iz [paces]: Do I work for the mob? Or aliens?
Text: A car will arrive this afternoon to take you to your new home.
Panel 3: Iz clutches his head.
Iz: No way. This is so creepy. All of this is so creepy.
Panel 4:
Text: As usual, if you find this creepy, please read your contract.
Iz: I clearly should have done that in the first place!
Alt-Text: Creepy contracts are the worst kind.
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