Your awareness zips back to page 11037, and… oh dear. Don't get you wrong, this situation is far preferable to staring at the undead fusion of the United Lovers tortured faces which are now seared into the back of your eyelids, but it's more than a little embarrassing that everyone reading this comic now knows this sort of memory is what counts as your "happy place".
But now that you're not under the paralyzing spell of the lovers, you're more free to be other jesters, so you return to being the jester who is currently reading this page on the computer about 10K pages earlier.
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