[[Ian walks into the room. His eyes are bagged from the events of the previous comic. Drew is sitting on something next to Matt, who is underneath a blanket on the floor.]]
Drew: Hi, Ian. Matt's being a wuss.
Matt(from under the blanket): I'm not going.
[[Drew leans over and places his hand on Matt's head (or the top of the blanket)]]
Drew: He got this job offer from a magazine, right, and they want to interview him...
Matt: I'm NOT going.
Drew: ...only he found out they're in New York and starts spazzing.
[[Matt reveals his face, but keeps the blanket on his head]]
Matt: I'm from the country. New York takes one look at me and says, "Ah bet yew squeal real nice", only without the Southern accent and in twelve difference languages.
Drew: It's not like you're going to get murdered, you pussy.
[[Matt screaming in fear/terror]]
Matt: EVERYONE gets murdered in New York!