Allcomicsforum

He reached Aisle 4,004. At the end of the row stood an old CRT monitor on a pedestal, its screen glowing a soft, sickly green. A mechanical keyboard waited in front of it.

"Not if I can help it," Elias said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a sketchbook. It was beat-up, the pages dog-eared. "I have a plot twist. A deus ex machina. Something to save the continuity." allcomicsforum

A speech bubble floated above a bystander's head: "Best arc ever." He reached Aisle 4,004