Victims of Comics
Four-panel comic. 1: A foggy bamboo swamp. Four small white domes with olive helmet bands, sprigs of grass tucked in, peer out of the murky water and reeds, fading into the mist. 2: Close up, one of them sits half under the water, eyes turned up, as the spiked shadow of something huge slides across him. A box reads "INCOMING!" 3: Seen from above through smoke, two white domes with helmet bands stare up in fear as two giant spiked bamboo poles drive down past them. 4: Seen from above, a bamboo steamer basket on a wooden table, lined with punched paper. It is empty: four faint wet rings mark where four things sat. A pair of chopsticks lies across it, and a saucer of black vinegar with shredded ginger sits beside it.

#006 · Apocalypse Chow

Bao of Brothers.

Psst. Pick me up.OK. Put me back.
Bonus panel, wordless. The same view from above as panel 2, but on a white tabletop: two sausages and a fried egg, each with a streak of ketchup across it like a headband, stare up in fear as a huge steel fork plunges in from the bottom-left corner. Its giant shadow falls across the middle of the table and over one of the sausages.
New theatre. Same show.