The Black Clinics of Little Tokyo, New York, are known as a place where miracles happen,

a place where faces are reformed, the dead walk again,

and marvels that make mockeries of gods happen on a daily basis.

Marvels to make mockery of gods?

Wolverine origins, I reckon.

Yeah. to make mockery of gods. Wolverine origins, I reckon. Who's that?

Bobby pancakes at fantastic expense.

You have been installed in one of these clinics

with the impossible task of making your face match identically that of

Raoul Chamgillane famed fashionista of these western shores now you are under

for two days and once you return to the land of the conscious you discover as

the bandages that take the note What did you notice on your sheet?

I wrote it down in pencil, the name, so I can remember it.

Somebody helpfully used to highlight it and highlight it, but it smudge the word out.

Yeah, I'd done that. I'd done that on purpose.

Good luck getting in.

At fantastic expense, yeah, you have awoken,

and as the bandages are removed from your face...

Mirror!

Mirror! I call for a mirror.

I hold it up to my face.

And you...

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