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I was really tired when I drew this and my thought process at the time felt that it was obvious that if paper lands in your brain, it is possessed by the paper, which was once a tree, but since the tree is dead (as it is now paper) and your brain would be possessed by a tree ghost. And then I woke up fully, re-read the comic, and was like what.
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