Panel 1: Casey and Marie walk down the street.
Panel 2: The three women Marie met last Christmas--the ones who suspiciously resemble the three Fates--approach Marie and Casey.
Youngest Fate, a.k.a. Clotho: Beware.
Panel 3: The Fates proceed down the sidewalk. Marie develops a cynical look as Casey glances over his shoulder at the Fates.
Panel 4: Marie turns around and heads back after the Fates.
Marie: Are you planning to admit they exist?
Casey: ...Maybe?
Marie: Whatever. I'm going to go punch them now.
Alt-Text: I'm not actually convinced that they're punchable, but ah well.
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