| Page | 1 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | Two ancient Greek like warriors fight with swords and shields. Our Hero and the Enemy. Both swords hit each other's shields |
| enemy | The woman has spoken, respect her words |
| hero | Old Poker has her |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | The pair swing their arms in a wide arc at each other |
| enemy | She is not possessed she speaks from her heart |
| hero | With a split tongue |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | The Enemy has his sword at Hero's throat |
| enemy | Let me hear you acknowledge her wishes |
| hero | First I must teach you some manners |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Our Hero crouches his sword above his head held at both ends to brace for the slamming down impact of the Enemy |
| enemy | How many years must we continue and how many lives must we waste to support a woman's pejorative |
| hero | Until you concede |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | Our Hero is on his back the Enemy rises his sword to slam it into his chest |
| enemy | And so endeth the lesson |
| hero | I'm not listening |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | Hero who expects to be dead awakes to the sound of an alarm clock. He is tucked up in bed |
| hero | What strange soft material makes up such an uncomfortable bed |
