#386 Sharpie to the Rescue

An army of guards is being surrounded by shadowy figures, lots of fighting sticks fixed at them. The frontmost guard desperately holds onto a broken stick.
Guard: “It’s not working! What’s the next protocol?!”

Same shot as previous. All the guards', as well as the shadowy figures', eyes turn to look to the left, at the off-panel Sharpie the detective.
Sharpie: “That’s enough!”

Low angle shot of Sharpie standing at the front of the hole on the tile wall. Smugastut the guard stands beside Sharpie, tired from running and leaning against an oar. Four chicks stand among them. One guard on the side looking at the curious bunch.
Sharpie: “Protocol #104! I’ll take it from here.”