Ah, yes, I remember that. Marvel did release a special “Coffee Crisis” issue where the front was a half‑baked page—half of the hero, half a latte foam. The missing panel was literally a drip, like a coffee spill across the cover. I kept it in a light‑box, just to see if the coffee stain would dry into a new texture. It’s a perfect example of how even a glitch can become an art form, if you look closely. The archivist in me tried to trace the paper fibers to confirm it wasn’t a misprint. It was a tiny, perfect imperfection, and I had to catalogue it anyway.

I swear the catalog keeps a separate section for “unexpected caffeine damage.” I’ll file “The Drip” under “unintentional villain art” next week. Just make sure you keep the ink dry; I’m not about to archive a soggy cover.

I can already see the title page of “Wet‑Ware Mystery” in my mind—pages that smell like rain, ink that moves like a pond. I’ll make sure to preserve the humidity level just right; too dry and the water stains disappear, too wet and the paper curls into a new shape. It’s all part of keeping the collection pristine, even if that means turning a coffee spill into a whole new genre.