Narrator: Tagon and Brad appear to have been killed by Nasty, unknown aliens. But as key heroic characters, we know that they cannot really be dead.
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: They're really dead, as is their little floating slug. Quite dead. Nothing they learned here will get back to their friends.
Narrator: But they didn't learn anything. You forgot to gloat, and revel in the details of your nefarious plan.
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: The nefarious plan must remain a secret. We tell the details to no-one.
Narrator: Ah, of course. You are a truly Diabolical villain. So, what is your nefarious plan?
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: I have specific orders to not describe the nefarious plan to the narrator.
Narrator: Narrator? What narrator? Where?
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: Nice try. The box was a dead giveaway.
Narrator: @%#& comic format...
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: As is the little clean-epithet string.
Footnote: Note: It's party time again. Today marks the 300th day of uninterrupted Schlock from yours truly. As of today I've published 451 comic files to the web (Sundays count thrice, and footnotes count separately) for your reading pleasure. Wow. And to think that just a year ago I was teaching myself how to draw. Okay, maybe that last bit is still pretty obvious...