|Do you know where your towel
|Wednesday, May 25, 2011|
|Panel 1: Marie sits on her bedroom floor with Caid. Evil Marie is lying on the floor behind her.|
Caid: You always say I'm a figment of your imagination. That puzzles me.
Caid: I don't think I am. I think you're a figment of mine.
Marie: Well, that's just silly.
Evil Marie: Is the Red King dreaming Alice, or is Alice dreaming the Red King? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Caid: Granted, I'm not sure why I would imagine her.
Marie: It seems to be compulsory.
Alt-Text: Alice's adventures were probably a tad less confusing than what is going on in Marie's head right now.
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