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(We see a news screen featuring a story about Jack's death, and an ad for Wintertime Freezies. Share on social media?)
ARTICLE: Fatal accident leads City to reconsider
new road maintenance initiative-
HARLAN - a car carrying Parkville resident
Jack Ballard, 23, crashed through a guard rail
along Harlan’s ‘most dangerous’ road. The sharp
cliffside has claimed many lives and this one --
(Karl is the one looking at this screen and he's shocked, perhaps by mention of remains? We don't know.)
(Ingenue surprises Karl with a mockup of the new Masher's cover, with an image of CatCat with X's in his eyes. Karl winces.)
INGENUE: Whattaya think?
MASHER COVER: Are we done yet? CATCAT IS DEAD (to us) Long live Catcat? Porn Review-a-go-go!
(Out in the woods, Darren and Jack are on the hood of Jack's car. Jack is chillin' and Darren is standing and waving his guns in the air.)
DARREN: Then I’m like,
am I gonna
JACK: Better aim right.
(Darren strikes a cool pose with a bad-ass expression, and Jack seems blank.)
DARREN: Man this’d be
more fun if we
had beers and
chicks to show
(Jack looks at his nails, bored, and Darren speaks from off-panel. Someone
with white words in a black speech balloon also speaks from off panel.)
DARREN: Err-- or.. uh,
dudes? Fuck I dunno.
JACK:Hey, I like showing
off to anyone.
(Jack looks over his shoulder with a deadly serious expression while Darren still looks a bit goofy.)
DARREN: That better not be frat boys,
they’re always ruining--
(In full-on clown mode, Minchin flows at them from behind the car like the mighty serpent, hands outstretched for grabbing.)
(Jack tumbles looking rather scared as the clown looms over him smiling, its teeth going sharp.)
(Jack has extricated himself somewhat and is sprouting dark claws on his hands, while Darren flails
to get his guns trained on the monster. Claws rip out of Minchin's white gloves as we see them reaching
for Jack from a clown-eye view. Our heroes have replaced fear with fierce determination.)
DARREN: AW FUCK NAW
IT’S GO TIME!
(Minchin's electric chair burns are more visible and his face is going more monsterish
with the rat fangs and such. Jack looks a bit scared again, but is still clawed and ready.)
(Darren tries to angle his guns to get a shot in that won't hit Jack.)
DARREN: GIVE ME A SHOT,
(Jack is free again, but Minchin has become a large and terrible monster, with projecting bones and feathers
and his body twisted like a serpent as he looms to attack once more. Darren and Jack look small in the foreground.)