PANEL 1
MIKI: CHRIST.
MIKI: WELL. YEAH. NOT AN ACCIDENT OR A SUICIDE.
MIKI: D’YOU REMEMBER “QUINCY”? USED TO BE ON SUNDAY AFTERNOONS WHEN WE WERE IN JUNIOR SCHOOL.

PANEL 2
KAIT: DON’T YOU DARE TALK SHIT ABOUT QUINCY.
MIKI: THERE’D BE A BLOKE ON HIS FACE WITH EIGHTEEN KNIVES IN HIS BACK, AND THE BOSS WOULD RULE IT SUICIDE.
MIKI: AND OLD QUINCY WOULD GO, “NO! IT WAS MOIDER!”

PANEL 3
MIKI: WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO MOVE HIM TO THE CLINIC. AND I DON’T WANT ANY PUBLICITY ABOUT IT, EITHER.
KAIT: I DON’T THINK WE CAN FOLD HIM UP AND CARRY HIM BACK TO YOUR SHOP IN A BAG.
KAIT: I FUCKING LOVED QUINCY.

PANEL 4
KAIT: IN FACT, I WOULD HAVE DONE QUINCY. SO LESS OF YOUR LIP.
MIKI: YOU WOULD HAVE…
KAIT: HE WAS A CRIMEFIGHTING GENIUS AND HE ALWAYS HAD HOT YOUNG CHICKS ON HIS BOAT. QUINCY’S COCK WAS A FOOT LONG.