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Mark, says a big-headed creature (henceforth “the alien”) to a smaller humanoid figure, I regret to inform you I cannot play your little game any longer.
huh, says Mark (the human), who’s holding the “little game” in question. why

The reason, continues the alien, is both simple and, I must admit
“profoundly stupid.
idc man, says Mark. i dont judge

The alien clasps its hands(?) together.

Mark stares blankly.
Insofar as an empty, featureless circle representing a head can stare.
what

Yes! the alien exclaims, melodramatic; I know. It is perhaps too much to bear.
well—
My vast and unmatchable intellect. Felled by such a wait Mark interrupts.

it isnt that.
It’s not?
no.
. . .
“Are you sure? i am completely sure

Mark elaborates. i feel stupid all the fuckin time man
“it doesnt stop me from like
“playing

besides its just a game dude
“the stakes arent that high— Alien’s turn to interrupt: The stakes are incalculable

Mark simply does not understand. The alien must become more harshly and scrawlingly-rendered to demonstrate. What if I fail

Mark is unphased.
idk ig your ego hurts Ego. is the least of my concerns.
nothing will blow up—
If I cannot do it then I must explain myself. Which is, in and of itself, an ordeal.
…got me there

The alien clears its throat, or makes some motion resembling thereof. All is calm, all is well.
There, it says. So, we have arrived at an understanding i mean, interrupts Mark, i get the ordeal of explaining yourself bit
“but like
“why

The alien’s ear(?) perks up. …Pardon.
like, Mark says, to who

who tf put this mortifying ordeal of not doing a silly little game right
“in that big fuckin head of yours

ime. im just sayin.
“i am not askin.

i rly just want you to have fun
The alien taps its… fingers? together. A bit timid. …That’s it?
yea thats it.

heck we dont even need to play the game
I think I would have the most fun by ending this topic of conversation.

The panels abruptly end.