Panel 1: Marie and Rahim are sitting on a couch in the Davies College common room, reading newspapers. Barbara comes up behind them.
Barbara: It's done.
Marie: ...Is it?
Panel 2:
Barbara: In my role of lowly accordionist, I have infiltrated the folk band of which Casey is a member.
Panel 3: Barbara begins to walk away.
Barbara:
I am thus in an ideal position to solve the mystery of the resurrected
mouse and, incidentally, avert the coming apocalypse. I thought you
might be pleased.
Panel 4: Marie and Casey stare after her.
Marie: There must be something wrong with me; I actually kind of am.
Rahim: Uh-huh.
Alt-Text:
If it takes a thief to catch a thief, does it take an accordionist to
catch the devil? THERE. I KNOW ONE OF YOU WANTED TO SAY IT. I HAVE SAID
IT FOR YOU. YOUR DIABOLICAL ACCORDION-HATING PLOT HAS FAILED!
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