[[One man sits at a computer. Another stands behind him, talking.]]
Man #2: I've been putting all my stuff in Chad's Garage. He has nice shelves. And he lets me in to see it whenever I want.
[[We see a handwritten note.]]
Man #2: But I just got this note from him:
Note: Dude, in like a month im gonna Craigslist all that shit you left in my garage. Just FYI. -- Chad
[[A close-up of man #2.]]
Man #2: It's an *outrage*! This is no way to run a storage business!
Man #1: Are you paying him to look after your stuff?
[[We see both characters again, as in panel #1.]]
Man #2: No.
Man #1: Then what he runs isn't a storage business.
Man #2: Well, I'm *this* close to not giving him any more stuff.
Man #1: That'll teach him.
{{Title text: I'm gonna call the cops and get Chad arrested for theft, then move all my stuff to the house across the street. Hopefully the owners there are more responsible.}}
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