This book is a bit fucked up. I mean I already knew that from the first issue, but it finds a new level of “damn that messed up” with this issue. It’s strange in the fact that it attempts to desensitize the reader to death, while at the same time developing real consequences for the characters and world. If I really read into it I would say that there is a bit of commentary about the comic industry and their careless abuse of life and death, but I may be grasping at that point.
Lou begins in the hallway of fucked up pictures and describes the sensation of trying to feel behind one’s own bellybutton and recommends not doing it. He’s torn apart by several copies of himself before finally leaping into a new body, but not before he looks for Ella. In the end he wakes up in a police station and pukes on the front desk officer. He instantly apologizes, but the officer genuinely seems unaffected by it. He’s asked to finish his report with a beautiful female officer and it turns out that he’s now the owner of the stolen car from the previous issue. He puts on his usual shtick when the female officer begins laughing; she leans over to him and tells him he’s not the only person to have a mouth that smells like vomit. The two grab each other’s hands and run out of the police station.