| Page | 1 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | A map of the world. Actually a game of Risk in progress. It looks like an alternative future as some countries belong to strange empires |
| Caption | It is a time of unrest and uncertainty in Europe |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | Mike pushes a small tray with 3 shots (small glasses) of Ouzo (fire water) on to a table that already has 2 shots of Sambuca (aniseed fire water) |
| mike | My Grecian super soldier army advances on your pitiful bunch of Italian peasants |
| jude | My genetically modified Uber Romans prepare to fight |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | The war is achieved by a drinks race. Mike raises a first glass of Jude's Sambuca |
| mike | My Greeks launch a fast forward defensive |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Jude raises a first glass of Mike's Ouzo |
| jude | My Romans part to let them through and then enclose them in a vicious pincer ambush |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | Mike slams a second glass of Jude's Sambuca on to the table, the contents fly up high, as a phone rings |
| mike | Its only a dummy attack to disguise the pachyderm cavalry |
| Sfx | Ring |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | The Professor speaks through his headset to the warring pair |
| professor | Mike, Jude I've got a job for you. I'm picking up strange readings from Trafalgar Square, hello are you there? |
| jude | That'll be my special forces |
| Frame | 7 |
| Description | Mike drags Jude out of the pub to investigate the Professor's readings. Jude is still trying to finish off the drinks on the table |
| jude | My Romans unleash Trigan's finest, the Giant Rallus |
| mike | So my pachyderms flee trampling my troops, you win lets go. |
