Panel 1: A suburban street. A rabbit.
> Portia (off-panel): Why can’t Joel drive us today?
> Kate (off-panel): Portia, we're done with this conversation.
> Angel (off-panel): Ptchew! Ptchew! Aaargh! I shall be revennnged!
Panel 2: The car drives into the panel, in front of the rabbit (so we can no longer see the rabbit).
The car is awful. Old and embarrassing. It lets out a lot of exhaust. Maybe parts of it are held together by duct tape. An old
> Portia: You don’t get to decide when I’m done with a conversation about my life.
> Kate: No friend worth keeping was ever lost over an uncool minivan. Even one from 1998…
> Angel (playing with action figures): It smells like death! And dusty darkness! And greeeen beannns!
Panel 3: The car drives off, leaving a ton of exhaust, and the rabbit, in the same position as in panel 1, but now with wide/bug eyes—like he just saw something truly shocking.
> Portia (off-panel): Can you drop us off a block away?
> Kate (off-panel): Stop being dramatic.
> Angel (off-panel): Dra-MATIC!
