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(In gloomy ruin within the spirit world, dead Clyde lays dreaming. His hammock is shmutzy with Glennish dirt.)
OFF SCREEN: Wake up...
(Clyde's eye view of daysick Allison glaring.)
ALLISON: Wake up
you freak! You’re gonna
(Clyde is slow to wake, seeming as a baby bird. Allison looks back at Thierry like whut.)
THIERRY: Go on!
(Allison points an accusing finger at our humble clown.)
ALLISON : That’s right, Clyde.
You’ve been very bad
and did you brush
(Fully awakened now, he disbelieves this illusion.)
MINCHIN: What? My mother said oral hygiene
let the devil in your mouth! Who are you?
You ain’t one a’ my kids!
(Allison's train of thought is breaking down, but Claude rises to intimidate Clyde more successfully. He is becoming giant.)
ALLISON: I got a lead pipe
with your face
uh, written all over...
unless you, uh--
(Allison looks more confident and tough again.)
We got magic
on our side,
so you’re gonna
(Clyde falls out of his hammock yelling. Allison and Thierry turn to face whatever it is he called.)
(A slimy giant abomination comes out of the wall with a "SKREE" noise and goes for Claude. It has thin
boneless fingers, atrophied eyes, and an open-bottomed jaw over which its tentacle-like tongue is loosely hung.)
("EEE" and "GL-GL" goes the monster as it wrestles with with Claude. Thierry and Allison consider the scene.)
(Thierry simply closes the door, leaving giant monsters out of the consideration. Allison flexes on Clyde again, brandishing her weapon.)
ALLISON: Why’d ya do it?
Why are you after
Jack? Talk fast or
I’ll bash ya.
(Clyde is unimpressed. Allison berates him from off-panel.)
MINCHIN: Dang, catchin’ a man while
he‘s taking it easy... Clowning on that kid was just a favor for a friend.
ALLISON: A friend? Who?
(Thierry and Allison look surprised by a revelation.)
MINCHIN: Fine, guy named Theodore,
and I’ll be a good boy from
Now will ya let me
catch a Z or two? Or do I gotta show you