Broken Windows

Fashion Police

Three-panel comic. Panel one: a tidy blue bedroom with a bookshelf, a potted plant, a wall clock and a neatly made bed. A young man with dark hair sits at a desk in front of a laptop beside a can of soda, his chin resting on his hand and his eyebrow raised in a satisfied smile as he looks at the computer screen. Panel two: a close-up of the laptop screen showing a checkout page. The cart holds 1x Camo Crocs, 4x Crew Socks, 1x Chain Wallet, 2x Jorts, and 1x Fedora. An orange button reads "Buy $109.96." Panel three: The bedroom is raided by officers in helmets, face masks and tactical gear — one bursts through the door, another crashes feet-first through the shattered window, and a third, whose vest reads "FASHION POLICE," grabs the startled man's arm while holding a pair of handcuffs. The soda can lies knocked over, spilling across the desk.
Three-panel comic. Panel one: a tidy blue bedroom with a bookshelf, a potted plant, a wall clock and a neatly made bed. A young man with dark hair sits at a desk in front of a laptop beside a can of soda, his chin resting on his hand and his eyebrow raised in a satisfied smile as he looks at the computer screen. Panel two: a close-up of the laptop screen showing a checkout page. The cart holds 1x Camo Crocs, 4x Crew Socks, 1x Chain Wallet, 2x Jorts, and 1x Fedora. An orange button reads "Buy $109.96." Panel three: The bedroom is raided by officers in helmets, face masks and tactical gear — one bursts through the door, another crashes feet-first through the shattered window, and a third, whose vest reads "FASHION POLICE," grabs the startled man's arm while holding a pair of handcuffs. The soda can lies knocked over, spilling across the desk.

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