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PANEL ONE: The Candyman takes a marzipan candy, intricate and beautiful, from the counter.

CANDYMAKER: I'm very sorry for your loss, sir.

CANDYMAKER: This may be just the thing, I call it the Marzipan Euphoria...it helps one forget grief, you see.

YANYO: You don't get it, slick.


PANEL TWO: Yanyo smiles, a cruel smile.

YANYO: I throttled the smartmouth bitch MYSELF. Walked away with a MISTRIAL, I did.

YANYO: I'd just like to go back and RELIVE that a few times, is what.

PANEL THREE: Yanyo waves towards a shocked Ray and Terry.

YANYO: See, I'm not like these a-holes.

YANYO: I'm SPECIAL. I was BORN that way.

PANEL FOUR: A child, Mr. Yanyo, age eight, in a bedroom of a child of significant wealth, there's a mini-bike, an expensive train set, a ridiculously expensive home theater system, etc. A huge stuffed dinosaur.

CAPTION: Maybe my mom spoiled me.

CAPTION: But no one's said no to me since I started pissing UPRIGHT, you understand?

CAPTION: I get what I WANT.

PANEL FIVE: Mister Yanyo, maybe ten years ago...at a bookstore, and the beautiful woman is behind the counter, wearing glasses and much plainer clothes.

CAPTION: I saw this scrunt in a bookstore. Real VIRGIN type.

CAPTION: She was hesitant.

CAPTION: But I get what I WANT.

PANEL SIX: Mr. Yanyo, smiling darkly, elbowing the Candymaker distastefully in the ribs.

YANYO: Well, we got married. And I wanted certain things.

YANYO: Certain BEDROOM things, eh, sport?


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