In the copy room of Bluestockings, Candice holds a finished copy of the zine.
CANDICE: Looks good!
WREN: How did you do that?
CANDICE: I can conquer pretty much anything with a display screen.
At the Bluestockings front desk, Candice places the zine in a display while Wren looks triumphant.
CANDICE: There! Now what?
WREN: Sell them! Wooo!
They wait. They wait. They wait. They wait. By the end, Candice looks worried and Wren looks angry.
Eve joins them, the clock behind them indicates they have been waiting over six hours.
EVE: Sorry your first day was slow, girls. I blame the economy.
WREN: Well, I blame the kyriarchy!
CANDICE: I blame our expectations built upon an illusion of bootstrap opportunity at once conjectured and crushed by unchecked capitalism.
Always, ALWAYS blame the kyriarchy.
You rock! I love your comic. Keep up the good work.
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