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In which intrepid scientist Konstantīns Ozols discovers multiple truths.

I made this comic in one night when it was super late because I was listening to Talking Heads too much. I have no scanner so these kinda look like shit even if they were touched up a bit, but I think it adds to it.

Made in 2020 with pencil on paper.


Image description: Ozols holds up a finger, bearing a confidence they didn't have previously.

Ozols: One. Do... don't say sir. If you don't refer to me n... neutrally or femininely, I won't cooperate.

Percival and Maurice share a glance, then turn back to them and smile.

Percival: Okay.

Maurice: Fine with us, ma'am.

Ozols beams, then holds up two fingers.

Ozols: And two, I need new glasses!

Cut to the anatomy of Konstantīns Ozols, circa 1962. They've allowed themselves to express a little bit more, growing their hair out so they can tie it back, and getting cateye glasses. The captions now read: disheveled hair that is long and tied back, eyes wide with the awe and determination of discovery, updated if gaudy glasses, mind open for discovery, bloodstream is more coffee than blood.

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