If you don’t die from it, you can grow from it. Or maybe it leaves you as a withered husk. Anyway, good luck!
If you don’t die from it, you can grow from it. Or maybe it leaves you as a withered husk. Anyway, good luck!
Now you’re thinking like a genie.
This is your punishment for inventing commutes.
Both hands on the desk in the last panel? Such restraint.