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[[This strip consists of a single panel. We see Nega-Nick, still naked and dripping with Syncytium goo, walking away from us down a passage in the Physaric "ship." He's holding a Physaric in each hand (presumably the ones he was talking to in previous strips), and more of them form an entourage around him.]]
Nega-Nick: Come, my "children." Let's welcome our new friends to our little family...


