Panel 1: Iz reclines on his bed and reads a Braille book.
Panel 2: He sits up straight.
Iz [thinks]: What...? Something's...pulling...
Panel 3:
Iz [thinks]: Oh no. Oh no. I'm being dragged back into the other frickin' reality!
Panel 4:
Iz [aloud]: I would like to lodge a complain with the manager of the universe!
Iz: That probably wouldn't help.
Alt-Text:
The manager of the universe is only in on Thursdays.
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