Comment:

Yes, that's right, we're just back again to the first goddamn question, over three hundred strips later.

As a side note, although I don't believe I've used it until now, I do love the accepted stylization of aLtErNaTiNg CaPs to indicate "sing-songy sarcastic this-is-what-YOU-sound-like voice". It's very good.

Transcript:

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0396– 2167/07/07/11:49- LC’s apartment, living room
LC: Well, I mean, fuck, we’re just back to the original question, aren’t we? The same thing you asked me when we first met that started this whole mess?
Zoa: What question is that, Lee? Remind me.
LC: What do I want my me to be? If I owned a purple-haired biped and could give it orders, what would I order it to do?
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LC: You asked me what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to make the world a better place, I just didn’t know what “better” was. I signed up for this class so I could be told what “better” is, and now, it’s just…
LC: “WeLl, wHaT dO yOu tHiNk?”
LC: I don’t know! That’s the whole point! My existence needs a purpose, damn it!
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Zoa: Think of me like Socrates, then. I know that I know nothing, and I’m just asking questions to prompt you to form the answer on your own.
LC: I don’t want that.
Zoa: Tough titties. You have been arbitrarily and unfairly blessed and burdened with personhood, and that personhood compels you to answer. What do you want to be? How do you want to change the world? What is good?
Zoa: Pick something. Anything will do.
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Doc: Anything that isn’t harmful to yourself or others, Zoa means to say.
Zoa: Yeah, yeah, and not illegal or unhealthy or against the laws of physics and all that shit, blah blah blah.
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