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PANEL ONE: PAUL and MARK are reading D&D books together side by side, both have wet their pants like it’s totally normal.

NARR:
After that, I just followed the routine. Whenever Paul was around, I just went in my pants like he did. That way there was no fuss and I got to keep my apartment.

PANEL TWO: This is a tryptich of an action sequence spread over three narrow panels: MARK is getting his mail from the little apartment mailboxes at the bottom of the stairs.

PANEL THREE: Mark’s eyes widen as he realizes he needs to go to the bathroom

PANEL FOUR: MARK relaxes and starts pissing his pants on the spot.

NARR: (over 3 panels)
I got so used to it that it almost started to feel…normal.

PANEL FIVE: MARK setting up boxes in a new, different apartment. It’s been a couple of years; his haircut is different and he’s older, more filled out. He’s got a bit of a gut that makes him just a bit reminiscent of PAUL. He is in sweat pants. The room is his bedroom, there is a bed, boxes, and a full-length mirror that we will see in the next panel more prominently.

NARR:
After a couple of years, I moved out, found a new place closer to where I worked…

PANEL SIX: MARK standing in front of the mirror. He has the same smug grin on his face that PAUL used to have when he looked at Mark. He is in the middle of the act of wetting his pants, and he has also messed himself heavily, like Paul used to. We see the front of his pants in the mirror, and the back of his pants faces us. Droopy and loose, like sweat pants. No back pockets.

NARR:
But I never forgot the time I spent with Paul and Mr. Stepanov. (wet pants in mirror)

THE END