Sinister Squad Page #3

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Death:
Hi I'm death, ruler of

the underworld, reaper of souls,

nice to meet you in the flesh.

Well, in this guy's flesh.

Tell Alice I said "hi."

My love.

You're here. You heard me.

And now we can be together.

Hmm.

And who might you be?

Death:
You killed one of my

messengers, didn't you?

You did, didn't you?

Death:
Naughty girl.

Death:
Yeah.

I - I - I dreamt of you,

my love.

Of a new underworld.

Suffer.

Shh.

It takes a certain kind of

crazy to court death.

I only wanted...

To help.

I think you have.

Mission accomplished.

Goldie:
Let's bag her up.

Ladies, gentlemen, and men.

May we welcome another

guest to the party.

Apologizes for the neck

restraint.

Make you much less, munchier

than you were before.

Her name is carabosse.

Cannibal witch.

I - I don't even know

where to start.

She's in love with death.

He knew who you were,

and we were.

Goldie:
Somehow she was

able to help him

possess a messenger corpse.

Goldie:
Alice, death... seemed

almost happy to see us.

Alice:
Then let's figure out

if she's part of death's

plan.

Clock's ticking, after all.

Oh, splendid. We're making an

impression.

Carabosse:

Hellooo, rumpelstiltskin.

They found you.

Ah, there you are.

I'd like to show you something.

Months now, we have been chasing

down these messengers

while you've been running around

for what's left of that mirror.

There's nothing magical about

you at all, is there?

Picked this up from one of their

nasty little rituals.

I suspect you know what it is.

What it can do?

I'd like you to tell me so we

have some chance of stopping

them.

I've had my suspicions.

You've run dry.

Why else would you be so

desperate to get your hands

on that little bit

of extra power.

Unless there's something

out there that scares

you more than me?

I like this one.

She's feisty.

Good little pets.

Yes.

Tweedledee:
Uh oh.

Tweedledee:
I'm coming.

Ah, yes my little pet.

Good night.

Good night, twiddle..Dee?

Contrawise, I'm dum.

Of course you are.

I'll get it next time.

Tweedleddum:
She killed him!

Killed my bother!

-Alice:
Where is she?

Alice:
How did this happen?

It's not like you don't

have a spare.

Alice:
Not another word!

Never hurt no one nohow...

I know.

I know.

-Alice:
We must find her.

Alice:
Before she causes any

more damage...

No, no, no, no.

She must have cut the feed

somehow.

Why wouldn't she just leave?

Why indeed.

There must be something

she wants.

You remember that little

resurrection trick she did.

The morgue?

-Yeah.

I'm gonna go check it out.

-Good, go.

Would you like to sit this

tumble out, love?

Contrawise, mum.

That's a good boy.

Off to the armory

with you, then.

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