PANEL ONE
GELIDEK (close up shot, furious): I WILL FLAY THE SKIN FROM YOUR BONES FOR THIS INDIGNITY! I WILL GRIND YOU INTO DUST!
PANEL TWO
GELIDEK (barely audible due to his greatly reduced size – trapped in a box of Humdingers) \\\|||\\\|||
DHUR: How long’s he gona be like this?
CH’P: An hour? A year? Hard to say. We’d best get moving, at any rate.
PANEL THREE
MOH: Son, would you do us a favor? CH’P: Absolutely, Master Moh.
MOH: Take the plaque we’re trapped in with you?
CH’P: Consider it done.
PANEL FOUR
MOH: Thank you. I presume there will be someone in Scrybl who can unbind us from the plaque and let us move onto the afterlife.
CH’P: I’ll make it my first priority, I promise.
PANEL FIVE
JAQ (leaning towards Ch’p very suggestively): Besides, after I’m free, maybe I could haunt you a little! Would you like that? Hmm?