Well, I'm sure this
would be on the bottom of the list of IDW-published stories you'd
expect me to write about, but for whatever reason, I just can't get
the damn thing out of my head, so now you have to read about it.
Specifically, you have to read about it because you will be bound to
a chair with your eyelids propped open à la A Clockwork
Orange until you do (and considering the nature of the story, that simile might be more apropos than you'd hope). Sorry to have to tell you this at
such short notice, but it's just the way it is.
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