|Friday, November 28, 2008|
|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?
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.
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!