Mutant Pizza

PANEL ONE
Glott and Terry are under the tree.

TERRY: …I DIDN’T GET THE PROMOTION I WAS VYING FOR.

GLOTT: THAT SUCKS, MY FRIEND.

PANEL TWO
Glott holds out a righteous fist.

GLOTT: NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO LICK YOUR WOUNDS, BLOW OFF SOME STEAM, AND THEN, WHEN YOU FEEL YOU’RE READY — STRATEGIZE ABOUT WHAT YOU GOTTA DO TO GRAB THAT BRASS RING.

TERRY (OFF PANEL): WOW, GLOTT, THAT’S… YOU’RE BEING UNCHARACTERISTICALLY
EMPATHETIC AND SUPPORTIVE. I APPRECIATE IT.

PANEL THREE
Close on Glott with the visage of daggers in his eyes.

GLOTT: I’M ALWAYS SYMPATHETIC THE PLIGHT OF THE GOBLIN NOT GETTING THEIR KILL. I CAN’T EVEN COUNT THE AMOUNT OF TIMES SOME MAIMED GOBLIN THAT I THOUGHT I FINISHED OFF POPPED BACK UP AS SOME WAR CHIEF OR ELDER SHAMAN.
THEY’RE MUCH HARDER TO KILL WHEN THEY’RE YOUR BOSS!

PANEL FOUR
Glott draws a line across his throat with his finger.

TERRY: I THINK THIS IS A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT SITUATION.

GLOTT: WHAT YOU’VE GOTTA DO NEXT TIME IS GO FOR THE THROAT, PREFERABLY WHILE THEY’RE SLEEPING.

PANEL FIVE
Back at Glott and Terry under the tree. Terry puts his hand up as if to stop the advice, but considers Glott’s idea.

TERRY: No, No, I… HMMMM… WELL THEY ARE KIND OF A JERK.
NO, NO, I CAN’T. CAN I? WHAT YOU’VE GOTTA DO NEXT TIME IS GO FOR THE THROAT, PREFERABLY WHILE THEY’RE SLEEPING.
NO. HA HA, NO.

THE END.