Panel 1: Iz and Josh sit on a couch.
Josh: You have sixty-two million--
Iz: It's not my fault!
Panel 2:
Iz: It's...an interdimensional accident. My other self's future self gave it to me in the past.
Panel 3:
Josh: But...wait...not your future self in this reality?
Iz: No. I think he's much chiller.
Panel 4: Josh leaps to his feet.
Josh: So that means you have millions of dollars with no point of origin? At all?
Iz: Your future self is probably not chill.
Alt-Text: No version of Josh, in either this universe or the other one, has ever, for a single second of his existence, been chill.
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