The burglar-proof security grill: the 21st century portcullis.

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Panel 1:
Wording leans in close to make himself heard over the din.

WORDING: GOD, IS THIS WHAT THE KIDS LISTEN TO THESE DAYS?

NANCY: SORRY, I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER WHAT THE KIDS LISTEN TO THESE DAYS!

SFX: WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB

Panel 2:
Same view. A burglar-proof grill slams shut behind them.

WORDING/NANCY: ...uh oh.

Panel 3:
Wording tugs at the grill, but it’s locked shut. Nancy readies her bat, studying the end of the corridor carefully.

WORDING: I am going to have words with the building inspector when this is over, there is no way this is remotely regulation.

Panel 4:
Nancy falls back. A heaving black mass of revellers is marching in sequence at them. Wording gets to his feet.

NANCY: Sam!

NANCY: Goombas!

Panel 5:
Nancy and Sam back up against a wall. Revellers are approaching from both ends. Wording is yelling into the radio.

WORDING: Pandora-Two! Pandora-Three! Suspect and Pandora-One are trapped inside The Third Place nightclub! We need assistance!

SFX: ~daaa dada dadaaa dadaaa da daaa da da daaa dadadada dadaaa~

WORDING: Ohhhhhh dear, I really should have thought this through.

Panel 6:
Nancy backs up into a radiator, knocking the violin case attached to her rucksack. The violin twangs a single note.

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