“Seriously?” he’ll say.
You’ll nod.
“This one too?!” he’ll say incredulously, holding up your original copy of Spider Man #1.
You’ll nod, smiling at him.
“And all you want is my gun?”
You’ll nod one more time.
You know you won’t pass your background check, and you know that the comics would just go to waste if your mom found them. She’d just leave them in her attic or a storage unit, slowly rotting away until your sister found them and sold them on the internet. This is the best way, you’ll think, hefting the revolver in your hand as the portly young man picks up the first box of comics and steps outside to load it into his car.
Congratulations on Selling All Your Comics!
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