Panel one: Benito smacks the teeth out of a woman. She is wearing a Nazi-style uniform, complete with hat and jodhpurs. Except instead of a swastika in the circle on her armband, there's the little Venus symbol. That's right, she's a Feminazi. Man, I hate those. Her hair is black and pulled back into a tight bun. Anyway, Benito smacks the teeth out of her.
BENITO: I HATE BITCHES
Panel two: Nate kicks an obvious prostitute in the boob. Obvious in that she's wearing like a pink wig, a fake fur coat and fishnets. She is in pain from a boob-kicking.
NATE: I HATE WHORES
Panel three: Benito and Nate sit back to back in a book depository, pointing sniper rifles out of windows.
BENITO: WOMEN ARE BITCHES
NATE: WOMEN ARE WHORES
Panel four-five: This is a nine panel grid, so knock down that wall, Senor Gorbachev! Panels four and five shall be as one! At a wide table, sitting on the same side, Benito sits eating a large plate of spicy Thai Peanut Delight. This is what I hate for dinner. Nate eats a small barrel full of chicken fries and an eight-high BK Stacker. I can only assume this is what Nate had for dinner. They both eat angrily.
Panel six: Benito and Nate run past a guy
SOME GUY: SURVEYS!
Panel seven: Benito throws a bundle of dynamite into a ballet studio full of little girls. The fuse reaches out the window where he's looking in. The little girls look at him, confused.
Panel eight: Nate throws a live grenade into a convent.
Panel nine: Nate sticks his fingers in his ears to avoid the loud boom. Benito shoves down the plunger on his TNT detonator. A giant explosion rocks behind them. NO. TWO GIANT EXPLOSIONS. Their word balloons meld together in perfect harmony.
Let me know what you think of this new direction.