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Milo was standing on his desk lamp, covered in whipped cream, shaking a tiny fist. The mouse was no bigger than his thumb, but his expression was pure 1974—mismatched eyes, crooked smile, and the kind of chaotic confidence only a cartoon character could possess.

“An exit,” Felix whispered.

Felix dropped his coffee mug. It shattered. Milo winced. “See? That’s the kind of thing. No follow-through. In the cartoons, the mug bounces. In real life, it breaks. You need to choose, Felix. Which world are you drawing?” toon artist

The paper was blank.