HE IS MEETING DESTINY AT DUSK,BUT INSTEAD OF KICKS HE'LL FIND HIS DOOM

EVEN EGGS CRY IN HORROR... HE-HE

YEAH, SEE YA!

I GOTTA DO MY ROUND. LATER!

ALRIGHT

EVEN EGGS CRY IN HORROR OF HIM!

YEP!

FUCKIN' AWESOME! THAT CYRUS IS A NASTY PIECE O'WORK!

FOR REAL, MAN! HE SAT BACK AND FINISHED HIS CUP, WATCHING THE BLOOD SQUIRTING OUTTA THEIR NECKS.

FOR REAL?

AND SWISH! HE SLIT BOTH THEIR THROATS, WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE! SPLAT! BLOOD ALL OVER THE WALLS!

CYRUS WAS JUST SITTING THERE, WATCHING THEM. THEN HE SIGHS AND PUTS DOWN HIS CUP OF CAPPUCCINO.

AND THEY START ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER LIKE IDIOTS.

AND THEN JOHNNY IS LIKE "IT WASN'T ME. IT WAS MARCUS!". AND MARCUS IS LIKE "WHA !? IT WASN'T ME ! 'TWAS ALL JOHNNY!"...

I SENSE ONLY STENCH AND DOUBT, AND SOMETHING SKULKING ROUND

HEAVEN HAS CLOSED ITS DOORS LEST THE RATS RUN TO AND FRO

SEVENTH HEAVEN