Placeholder: From Junior Baker the Righteous Faker #1 (Sept. 2023); art by Ryan Quackenbush, design by Sonia Harris, lettered by Rus Wooton, written by Joe Casey. From Junior Baker the Righteous Faker #1 (Sept. 2023); art by Ryan Quackenbush, design by Sonia Harris, lettered by Rus Wooton, written by Joe Casey.

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From Junior Baker the Righteous Faker #1 (Sept. 2023); art by Ryan Quackenbush, design by Sonia Harris, lettered by Rus Wooton, written by Joe Casey.

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

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