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            |  | | Our hero is sitting in a bar, watching a seemingly abandoned
glass of wine. He sneaks up to it, gulps it down, and watches
another customer appear. It turns out that the glass really
is a spitoon, and the sickening realization literally lets
Cerebus melt from his stool. | 
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