MAYBE THE GATES TO HELL HAD CLOSED
ONCE AND FOR ALL. MAYBE THEY HADN'T.

LIZ, FANCY EGG IN SOUP?

BUT WITH THAT POWER MUST COME RESPONSIBILITY.

'HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.

I DIDN'T WANNA USE THAT THING.
LARRY WAS MY FRIEND.

THEN TELL NEUROLOGY TO GET
THEIR BUTTS IN GEAR WITH THAT CARDIOGRAM.

WE ASKED EVERYONE IF THEY'RE
THE ATTACKER AND THEY ALL SAID NO.

BUT, THEN AGAIN, SHE WAS LIKE
A CANDLE IN THE WIND.

SHE HAS.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?

FUNNY. I DON'T REMEMBER LOCKING THIS DOOR.

THAT WAS THORNTON REED, MY BOSS.

CAN'T HOLD THESE PLATES OFF
MUCH LONGER, LIZ!

THE SCRIPT TO SHUGGOTH WAS BASED
ON A SONNET I WROTE WHEN I WAS 16.

I'VE GOT TO DO IT LIKE THIS.

WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT, DAG?

AND YOU MIGHT NEED THIS.

WHO'S THAT?
HE HAS A SPECIAL AURA AROUND HIM.

BLOOD… BLOOD.

YOU GODDAMNED EVIL MISTY JOCKS.

THIS AIN'T ANOTHER EXPLODING PATIENT
YOU CAN SWEEP UNDER YOUR RUG!

SURE. AND…

WITHIN A YEAR,
FINANCIAL PROBLEMS WILL BE HISTORY!

THIS IS IT.