From A to B, or not to Z: that is the question mark: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to kern with the left and right arrows of outrageous keyboards, or to take arms against a sea of ’ thought bubbles,' and by opposing, burst them? To sigh, with those little fireflies: to sleep; No more; and by sleep that is to say we end each line of dialogue with ‘zzzzz;’ The heart-shapes and the thousand drops of sweat popping off my forehead that sight of flesh is sure to produce, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be letter'd. To die with still at least five balloons of dialogue, to sleep; perchance to flashback to a scene in a previous issue while a picture of my head floats in the corner of each panel: ay, there’s the rub; 'Nuff Said.