But how high?

Five panels. In the restaurant kitchen, Confucius calls Ovens of Akhnai: "Hello, this is Ovens of Akhnai, can we help you?" "I need an oven fixed." Three rabbis watch an old repairman point at the ductwork: "It's just a vent problem." He climbs a ladder past the restaurant's sign, 宇宙尽头的餐馆, and stands on the roof by the vent with a wrench. The three rabbis below point up: "לֹא בַשָּׁמַיִם הִוא" ("It is not in heaven").

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