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Three panels of Jaydot sitting on her couch, almost entirely cocooned in a blanket and looking miserable. In the first panel, she thinks "Ugh I feel like junk. I could really go for some chicken soup. But without the noodles, or the vegetable or the chunks of chicken..." In the second panel, she continues pondering: "Ugh. What is that called? I know there's a word for it..." In the final panel, she calls to her husband, "Manfried! Will you bring me some chicken...tea?"