*The Cheese-o-tron shows PenWing sitting in the SDC locker room, preparing for his match. Captain Sammitch is standing nearby, talking.*

CS: I can't do this again. I can't follow you down this path. Where you're headed, there is no chance for any sort of victory, there is only your own self destruction. I backed you up last week because I thought that would be it. But what you're doing now, what you're doing tonight, you're taking this too far.

*PenWing doesn't bother to look up when he speaks.*

PW: No, I haven't taken this far enough. I understand if you can't back me up. I won't ask you to. Where I'm going, no one sane would want to follow. Fortunately, not everyone in the SDC shares your sanity.

*At that moment, a loud burp is heard in the locker room, and Killconey appears on camera.*

KC: You ready to diss these bad boys, PenWing?

*PenWing grabs his Sherwood and stands up.*

PW: Let's go.

*Captain Sammitch lets out a sigh as he watches his friends leave the locker room, but does nothing else to try and talk them out of it.*

<sub>Will Eisner's last work - The Plot: The Secret Story of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
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"Well, as it happens, I wrote the damned SOP," Illescue half snarled, "and as of now, you can bar those jackals from any part of this facility until Hell's a hockey rink! Is that perfectly clear?!" - Dr. Franz Illescue - Honor Harrington: At All Costs

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