A woman stands in the doorway of Max' cubicle with her hands on her hips. She says, "I don't like repeating myself. What are you doing in my cubicle?"

Max points at himself and says, "Hang on, what... who... This is MY cubicle!"

The woman points to something off panel and says, "Oh really? Including those pictures of my friends? And ME?"

Max looks at a photograph pinned to the cubicle wall and blushes. He says, "Well, uh... no, I guess not..."

Max stands and looks distressed. He says, "I didn't... I thought... Look, I'm new here, Harold told me..."

An extreme close-up of the woman's eyes looking angrily to the left. She sighs and says, "Of course. Harold."

A woman stands in the doorway of Max' cubicle with her hands on her hips. She says, "I don't like repeating myself. What are you doing in my cubicle?" Max points at himself and says, "Hang on, what... who... This is MY cubicle!" The woman points to something off panel and says, "Oh really? Including those pictures of my friends? And ME?" Max looks at a photograph pinned to the cubicle wall and blushes. He says, "Well, uh... no, I guess not..." Max stands and looks distressed. He says, "I didn't... I thought... Look, I'm new here, Harold told me..." An extreme close-up of the woman's eyes looking angrily to the left. She sighs and says, "Of course. Harold."

Squatter’s Rights
Posted on July 14, 2026 by sixthfloorcomic