Ben spent a helping of his fest cash on a brand-new tenor banjo, because as it turns out I'd rather have a collection of silly instruments than teeth or a physical. It was nice walking around with a roll of cash for a little while, and by nice I mean terrifying. I think I blew it just to get the target off my back. Anyway, here's another page from the as yet unnamed comic Rory and I are calling Summertime.
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