PANEL 1
MIKI: YOU FELL OVER IN MY OFFICE. SOME INK WAS SPILLED.
KK: YOU ABSOLUTE POKER-FACED SHIT.
MIKI: SHUT UP.

PANEL 2
LUKE: OKAY.
LUKE: SO DID YOU COME UP WITH A PLAN FOR MARK, TOO?
LUKE: OR HAD YOU NOT GOTTEN FURTHER THAN BOILING MY BRAIN? AS AN OVERALL SET OF SOLUTIONS FOR OUR COLLECTIVE BULLSHIT, I MEAN.

PANEL 3
JACK: YOU REALLY ARE A COMPLETE—
LUKE: YES, YES, A COMPLETE WANKER AND EVERYONE HATES ME. I GET IT, CAPTAIN PUGWASH. ANSWER THE QUESTION, IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR TONGUE OUT OF SIRKKA LONG ENOUGH.

PANEL 4
KK: DID IT NOT WORK?
MIKI: IT WORKED FINE. HE’S JUST AN ARSEHOLE AT A SUBATOMIC LEVEL.
KK: MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER.