[[Ian walks down the dorm hall in a sort of daze, possibly drunk, with
bubbles above his head going "pop"]]
Label: 3:00 AM
[[Ian becomes incredibly startled by the sudden appearance of a
Genestealer, a Tyranid beast from the tabletop game Warhammer 40,000,
who points at Ian's pants]]
Ian: Oh Crap...
Genestealer: nice pants [[The genestealer flees from the panel with Ian's pants, leaving the
now-pantsless Ian with an annoyed look on his face and his hand raised]]
Ian: Alright, who saw that one coming?
