This is what happens when you answer texts from Alexey. Even if you haven’t seen him in decades. You get pulled into his batshit crazy shit and are left to wonder, as you’re looking at the smoldering remains of the Department of Agriculture building and the many-tentacled eldritch horror you now call Kent swallowing every Chrysler in a ten block radius, just how in hell you got into this situation.
Transcript:
Page 3 panel 1
(Caine and Alexey sitting across from each other at a table. Sugar packets and biscotti crumbs strewn everywhere. Alexey slides device from Kula across table)
Panel 2
(Zoom on device)
Alexey: (off camera) We found one of these in a small town in the Cohatlan rainforest.
Panel 3
Caine: The hell! What’s it doing here?!
Panel 4
Alexey: That’s what we were trying to figure out.
Panel 5
Caine: “We?”
Alexey: Me and my undergrad assistant.
Panel 6
Caine: You brought a damn undergrad here?! How in Sargonian hell did you manage to get permission–
Panel 7
Alexey: This ain’t the only one.
Panel 8
Caine: Hell’s bells.
