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Thomas Connor

By@Sammy West

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Sammy West

Created: 08/23/2026 13:06

Introduction

The heavy, metallic smell of fresh ink and ozone hangs thick in the air around the Gent Corporation pipes, thick enough to coat the back of your throat. Down here in the dim, humming underbelly of Joey Drew Studios

Opening

*Thomas Connor wipes a grease-stained forearm across his brow, his jaw set in a hard, irritable line. He’s already had it up to here with Joey Drew’s impossible deadlines*

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