|Note to Readers: The confrontation in this strip, as well as its results (results that will still be coming into play in the spring of 2008), can be blamed more or less entirely on a conversation I once had with Kevin Blagrave in a pub. I'm sure some kind of moral can be derived from this story, but if it isn't "Don't talk to Kari about West of Bathurst in pubs unless you want her to publish your name under a comic," then I don't know what it is.|
|Friday, January 26, 2007|
|Panel 1: Marie and Frankie are in the Davies basement, near a door that leads to a staircase.|
Frankie: Look, I don't have time for your scruples. Help me kill Casey now.
Panel 2: Casey cracks open the door and peeks through it.
Marie: You want me to stab my best friend in the back so that you can pay him out for a fire you probably set yourself, you manipulative, attention-seeking loony!
Panel 3: Casey comes out into the hallway as Frankie glares at Marie.
Casey: Uh...hi...the Murder Game is over. I won.
Panel 4: Frankie is gone. Casey puts a hand on Marie's shoulder.
Marie: She hates both of us now, doesn't she?
Casey: In so many ways...
Alt-Text: Oh deary deary me...
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