Panel 1: On the squash court, Marie smashes the ball with her racquet.
Marie: Who the hell does he think he is?
Panel 2: More ball smashing.
Marie: He accuses me of being delusional, then bites my head off because no one wants to talk to him!
Panel 3: Yet more ball smashing.
Marie: I won't be jerked around like this. I refuse to be manipulated and treated like dirt.
Panel 4: Aaaand yet more ball smashing. Also, Wolfgang is standing beside Marie, not smashing the ball.
Wolfgang: Are we going to play squash, or do you plan to continue to rail to the heavens while hitting the ball wildly out of bounds?
Marie: Guess.
Alt-Text:
Squash is actually really good therapy. All you need to do is pretend
the ball is the head of the person who is currently filling you with
boundless rage, then smash at it until it stops moving.
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