PANEL 1
KARL: GIVE ME THAT. YOU STOLE MY WINE.
KARL: AND REMEMBER TO DESALINATE THE SOIL, OR ELSE NOTHING WILL EVER BLOODY GROW.

PANEL 2
JACK: LIKE WE DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TO THINK ABOUT.
JACK: MY HEAD’S BLOODY KILLING ME ALREADY.

PANEL 3
MIKI: MAYBE LITERALLY.
MIKI: MIND YOU… IF WE’D THOUGHT ABOUT IT, WE MIGHT HAVE REALISED THAT IF THAT CIDER DIDN’T KILL US THEN NOTHING COULD.

PANEL 4
CONNOR: I’LL DRINK TO THAT.