It's the Day's Day of Days! Because being the praetorian prefect came with great perks, but the job security, well, it wasn't good.
You know this is a dense strip, just not the way Muir wants it to be. In between the usual 'Youse da Nazis" bullshit, and declarations of esoteric victory, we see Muir's ongoing collapse into sovereign citizen nuttery, and another example of the ever shifting cast of the loyal and true, where a man can be named a heretic one day, and then have his orthodoxy affirmed the next.
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