Panel one: Nate is on the phone. Nothing good can come of this.
NATE: So you're saying you don't like her. What don't you like about her?
PHONE: She's little and she's Chinese and she's cute and she does comics and she's so hip and scene and you like her so much and how am I supposed to compete with that?
NATE: What are you talking about? Why would you be competing with her? To see who can completely shut me down the hardest and semi-publicliest?
PHONE: See? That's totally it! She doesn't even like you! She told you that! Right to your face! Why would you still be interested in her?
Panel four: Nate is a little upset.
NATE: Yeah, well, you know who else doesn't like me? You! You totally burned me, to my face, oh snap boom. So shut up.
PHONE: Uh, well, so you know, I did like you, by the way. I was totally so into you that you would have to be an idiot not to know, or just a self-serving douchebag. Either way, I stopped liking you about five minutes ago, so you can breathe that sigh of relief.
Panel six: Nate pulls the phone away from his ear and stares down at it.
Panel seven: With a quick flick of the wrist, he tosses it up and to the ground.
Panel eight: With a quick about-face, he turns and walks off panel.
Panel nine: Having returned with a gun in hand, he looses three rounds into the grounded phone.
SFX: BLAM BLAM BLAM
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