Strip 911 -- First Seen: 2012-03-14
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
The Guard tries to stand up but is falling over the pants around his ankles. The MedTech is trying to button her dress but she's so flustered her hands don't work right.
MedTech: Aaaa!
Guard: Shit!
Panel 2
The MedTech is now sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall, hyperventilating. The Guard is rolling around on the floor in a panic, his legs tangled up in his pants.
MedTech: {gasp! gasp! gasp! gasp!}
Guard: Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit!
Panel 3
The both stop for a moment and look up in response to the alarm klaxon.
SFX: BERRRNK! BERRRNK! BERRRNK!
MedTech and Guard in unison: Oh, fuck!

Panel 4
The alarm having broken the spell, the guard now gets to his feet, his pants 2/3 of the way up, but the MedTech remains where she is, paralyzed with fear.
SFX: BERRRNK! BERRRNK! BERRRNK!
Guard: Son of a bitch!