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BOO!
In honor of the most scariest of days, I offer an array of goodies and nightmares:
James Sime has a treat for any comic book creator.
Over at Newsarama, IDW announces more vampires and you can catch up on THE GOON.
The best fucking horror movie is back in theatres.
Here's a REAL treat, kids. Grrrl power.
Anybody seen the cute as hell Halloween ?
You want a prank?
AH! SCARY!
And for good comics scary goodness, check out my LATE NIGHT BLOCK stories at opi8.com.
Be safe out there. Don't let the goblins and Republicans get you.
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Continuing the trend of no INSERT FOOTs...
Have not had a moment to breathe, really. preparing for the move this week plus trying to get some gym time and social time in. Went to a nice b-day party for fauxteenyboppers Jenny and Shev only to LOSE MY FLASK. And it was full of scotch too! Someone buy me a flask :(
Comics...comics are crazy. Went to a meeting of the National Cartoon Society last night thanks to hipster editor Charlie Kochman at DC... got to meet Arnold Roth (who check out some work!) and Bill Plympton plus i ran into the Minimum Wage guys from the Harmony Sweepstakes! I'm a huge a capella geek and I loved their burger boy act at the show... besides the Ex-Boyfriends, their CD is on my must have list.
Anyway, before that I went to check out a theatre with Mike and Liz for CAESAR, but it didnt fly - too small. I also got to tell everyone my stabbing story...still creepified.
Work progresses apace. Getting ready to start new NINETY CANDLES pages after the move and Jake is handing BROWNSVILLE pages to me and the publisher this week. Looks like the EPIC project is dying, but at least I got a "Marvel Fan" rejection letter. Whatever. I AM talking to a new publisher about some ideas and Dabb and I are rewriting the hell out of DUMB LUCK for them... hopefully they'll pick up one of my titles. In the meantime, Dabb gets to write PREVIEWS copy while I fuck around with projects that are going nowhere.
Tonight I go home and rewrite the DUMBL LUCK pitch along with a new one called ONE LAST JOB - a caper/heist! Yay! - and then maybe start writing script for that or finishing the first issue of BULLETS AND BREAKUPS.
Don't feel up to surfing for news, folks. I'm super tired these days.
I'm going to Atlantic City soon. Gamble on.
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Notice how I haven't done an"Insert Foot" in while. FUCK, life is putting the shackles on my man-nipples. I mean I'm finding two seconds before I head home for Shabbos to write this... so what's been happenin'?
Funny I should say "what's happenin'"...well, sad really.... poor Re-Run - you were my fav'rit.
And for someone who ISN'T my fav'rit... ha! Fuck you, Anti-semites!
In comics, I'd just like to say that my SLEEPWALKER pitch kicked ass - it was a bit like Stephen King's GUNSLINGER... i dunno..i'm sick of the whole "college kid trying to make his way in society with a hero hiding inside" thing.
Four words: GIANT SIZED MAN-THING.
Whats going on workwise?
I have two BIG pieces of news. One will not be revealed for a while, but it has to do with one of my pet projects... the other is something unexpected and makes me giddy as a schoolgirl. That one will be broken next week, so keep them eyelids peeled.
Marvel tells me that they're reassessing the EPIC projects. Cross dem fingers.
I have a lot going on right now: Besides the two big pieces of news up there which will take A LOT of my time, I am contributing 2 pages to a Canadian benefit anthology, one page to Saucy Goose's cartoon cookook project and starting work on producing my play, AMERICAN CAESAR, along with Genesis.
It'll be nice to act again.... and I've been wanting to see this on stage for a while.
Dabb tells me that he's moving forward on GHOSTBUSTERS, but he's not thrilled about it. Go cheer him up at his site. Make sure to curse.
I saw the tail end of a stabbing last night in the subway... really weird. I was on my way to Midtown Comics and there was a trail of blood leading up the stairs in the Times Square station to an ambulance... as I walked up the stairs, the trail and splatter got denser and larger... pretty sick. New York can still shock me, I guess.
Other than that, kids, gotta pack for next week's move - going upstairs five flights so it shouldnt be that bad. Just wrote a blurb for Madwoman Vic Cayro's new site, so check that out when it's up... I'll be over here trying to catch my breath.
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Working on overdrive this week and will have some COOOOOL news shortly... but for now, check me out in Italian! Scroll down!
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I'm so used to getting things rejected...so when I FINALLY start to hear "yes", I have to do forty double takes.
2004, Ladies and Gents. It seems that G-d willing, 2004 is to be my year.
Besides the EPIC-y goodness (which is an epic in itself) and the happy big time publishy thing, something happened this weekend that made my month.
But I. Can't. Talk. About. It. Yet.
I assume the official announcement will break soon... but until it does, I have to bust my ass to get the project done... I have about 42 illustrations to do and 90 pages of hand lettering... not to mention a great deal of administrative research.
Hm. Leeeeery now. Time to call up some pals.
Also, I might be getting involved in a lil something called ATOMIC BUDDHA with some old, old friends.
That being said... back to work.
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Holding patterns, folks.
Waiting for the EPIC office to get back to me...waiting for the other secret project to get back to me... waiting to hear back from NBM and waiting for Jake's 25 pages. Waiting to hear from the animation guy and waiting for Max to be ready to work on KAHN.
So what am I doing while I wait? Jack shit.
Tried writing last night, but working on 4 hours of sleep in 2 days? Not good. I defined a few Marvel pitches and one of them looks like an idea...the artist's interested as long as something HAPPENS. Sometimes I fall into "talking head" zone where two characters stand around gabbing and no action happens. Hey, I'm a sucker for good dialogue, what can i say? But I think I found a way to give this story some subtle action...
Started the first issue of BULLETS AND BREAKUPS, but the first few pages sucked. I gotta start fresh and really think about how I want this one to play out. Tonight I rewrite the Marvel pitch, fix these first 5 pages and do more of COFFIN.
Plus, if Im feeling ambitious, I'll draw a page of CREATIVITY. Or start the 2 pager for the Canuck anthology. Man... I have way too much on my plate that I'm not getting paid for.
Going to see KILL BILL tomorrow night... I'm not a HUGE Tarantino fan, but I dug RESERVOIR DOGS and parts of PULP FICTION. Chris Walken's monologue is prolly one of the best movie monologues on screen... let's see if this one stands up.
So, everyone's pontificating about Marvel. It's Marvel's Screwed or Marvel's Gonna Get Better... it's either Thank God Jemas is Gone or Who the Hell is Dan Buckley?
My thoughts? Well, I think Marvel's going to survive, of course. Jemas and Quesada set the stage for many great projects that won't simply disappear with Jemas' dethroning. Joe's a smart guy... I imagine Buckely is, too. The Marvel editors know what theyr'e doing (whether you agree or not) and they can still thrive on the strength of their creators and staff. Will EPIC disappear? Will the Unlimited line herald a new day? Will someone finally figure out how to market comics to kids?
Who the hell knows. But naysaying and bitching about it helps nothing. I'm excited, personally. I like Bill Jemas - Bill was very open and always made himself available to creators, retailers and fans (or so i saw). Bill helped me out a great deal, getting my feet in the door at Marvel, directing me to editors and my resume to the business office when positions became available. People think that it's cool that he's out of his office - and I think those people have never met Bill Jemas... he's an accomplished, well spoken NICE GUY with whom I have had nothing but good experiences.
Good luck, Bill, with whatever your new endeavor is.
Look - New Punisher picture
..wait... what the hell?
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LATE NIGHT BLOCK: NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE
10 Pages written and copyrighted by Neil Kleid
Page One (6 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
Davies gestures to his study, his home. He's very confused. Karsh and his first mate look around, helmets under the crooks of their arms.
DAVIES: OF COURSE I DO! WE'RE IN MY STUDY... IN MAINE... IN MY HOME...
KARSH: NO. NO WE'RE NOT.
PANEL TWO
Karsh pulls a newspaper out from his suit..from an inner pocket.
KARSH: MISTER DAVIES... DO YOU REMEMBER THE WAR? THE FLIGHT?
DAVIES: WHAT... I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE...?
PANEL THREE
Karsh holds out the paper - it's the New York Times, dated July 2035. The front page shows a mushroom cloud and a headline reading "TITAN ROCKET IGNITES CALIFORNIA; MILLIONS DEAD." A smaller headline reads "United States expected to retaliate against New Axis Powers." There's a special byline "by Fenton Davies."
KARSH: YOU MUST REMEMBER IT... THEY ASKED YOU TO WRITE THE ARTICLE.
KARSH: RIGHT BEFORE YOU LEFT.
PANEL FOUR
Davies, stunned, takes the paper with shaking hands. The door behind him opens a crack, letting us see the space and night outside.
DAVIES: NO....
DAVIES: NO...THIS IS... IT'S THE YEAR 2004. I'M IN MAINE. I AM.
PANEL FIVE
Karsh places a hand on Davies' arm.
KARSH: I'M SORRY, MISTER DAVIES. MAINE WAS DESTROYED OVER TWENTY YEARS AGO. SIX MONTHS TO THE DAY YOU LEFT THE PLANET EARTH.
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Bullet points people...we're on a schedule:
Danny's romancing Tess in the back seat... she's starting a whole new life; he's coming back from the beat down.
Rusty's working the deal with the big boys down near the roulette table - one minute he's up; the next they're 25 pages behind.
Linus? He's scoping a pick up on the Strip... it's all there for the taking, but his fingers have to play it right - no bad steps, no bad lifts. You wanna be recognized, but don't want to piss them off...
Basher's tearing shit up after dark - big ol' tracts and 'splosions of animation liquified in a pinch. It's heady stuff; weighty, even. Don' let the tossers break you.
Meanwhile, Yan's flipping shit and the boys are on remote. Saul's pulling a bit o' misdirection while the computers and gears hum and moan, letting us see everything but nothing. It's coming to one night, this night called '04 and we're gonna need a whole lot more than eleven.
You think Ineed one more?
You think I need one more.
I'll get one more.
BOOM.
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Woo-EE.
What a weekend, people... just got back to the Apple from Hockeytown. Long weekend with the family, spent some time with Number One Nephew who always makes me smile. VERY relaxing weekend.
Oh, wait. Then THIS happened.
Not good news... might be the sign of the beginning of the end.
Sigh... I guess it's no secret anymore to a lot of folks, but I've been negotiating an EPIC project for several months now. I tried keeping it under wraps, but word's leaked from a few people, so...there it is. I won't tell anyone what it is yet, but I will say that this news could delay or end it. Have been talking with People Who Matter about it, and so far it looks like things still progress apace...but it screws the pooch for a lot of other people. Here's hoping things pick back up... I'd like to see some more new talent break in.
Other than that, BIG BIG Publisher news on BROWNSVILLE... got a great interested email from a well know international publisher about the book... Jake and I talked last night and we're gonna try and get 25 pages to them by end o' month. As well, they might be interested in THE BIG KAHN but they wanna see art...which works out well because Max is ready to work having just completed GOLDEN BOY.
Beyond that, it's back to COFFIN, BULLETS AND BREAKUPS and starting to draw CREATIVITY. Back on horse, bubba-neil-tep.
I am DYING to see BUBBA-HO-TEP. Who wants to take me?
This actually looks damn cool... I'm not a music whore like some people, but the history and culture behind the music industry
Hm. I need a new job.
Back to work.
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First video games...then the world!
Monkeys use mind to move objects
"WASHINGTON (Reuters) -- Dr. Miguel Nicolelis knew he had nailed it when the monkey stopped using her arm to play the computer game. An implanted device had allowed the monkey to control the game using only her thoughts, Nicolelis and colleagues report in the Public Library of Science Biology journal on Monday."
I'm only buying it 'cos I need a new calendar.... er...um... yeah, thats it.
Men bare all for their local schools
"JUNCTION CITY, Oregon (AP) -- Cleve Dumdi -- a 70-year-old respected sheep rancher, husband of a former county commissioner -- was walking in this small Oregon town one day when a longtime acquaintance hailed him from across the street.
"Hey Dumdi!," the man hollered. "Didn't recognize you with your clothes on!"
It's the kind of ribbing Dumdi has had to bear ever since he disrobed and perched on his tractor for a 2004 nudie calendar featuring the men of Junction City's Long Tom Grange. "
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Ugh. What a roller coatser emotion of a night last night was.
The HOUSE OF TWELVE/GABAGOOL roundtable discussion for NinthArt went off without a hitch. Lots and lots of good material and it was nice to see Radtke and Dawson again.
Then I moved on to the dating portion of the evening... which started great.... kept getting better...and then got very tense and emotional. Then it got better again... and better.... and then a long period of doubt, fear, and emotion. Got ONE HOUR of sleep and felt like a shitheel the next morning when I watched someone who means a great deal to me walk away, down the street and out of my life.
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm emotionally raw. I can't think about comics or anything now.
I have a flight home in 2 hours.
Dammit.
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Fuck.
Siege Heil: The Bush-Rove-Schwarzenegger Nazi Nexus and the Destabilization of California
by Bob Fitrakis and Harvey Wasserman
"George W. Bush's grandfather helped finance the Nazi Party. Karl Rove's grandfather allegedly helped run the Nazi Party, and helped build the Birkenau Death Camp. Arnold Schwarzenegger's Austrian father volunteered for the infamous Nazi SA and became a ranking officer.
Together, they have destabilized California and are on the brink of bringing it a new Reich. With the Schwarzenegger candidacy they have laid siege to America's largest state, lining it up for the 2004 election."
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Having a very rough time of it here at work. Foghting with everyone from the Production guy to the BOSS. Maybe it's time to dust the resume off.
Quick notes:
SECRET PROJECT with Dino seems to not be a secret anymore as I was interrogated about it last night at the TP release party... haven't gotten editor notes yet and rumor is the project might be in the shitter because of internal politics (having nothing to do with us).Cross dem fingers.
SECRET PROJECT number two is still waiting on a greenlight. Emailed the editor yesterday with a new pitch. Cross dem arms.
BROWNSVILLE has gotten interest from a well known indy publisher. Won't know jack til the 13th, though. They also might like to talk about THE BIG KAHN. Cross dem legs.
I just committed to do a 4 pager for a Canadian anthology, and I found out from Mo McTigue that the interview Harris did with me will be in the November issue of VAMPIRELLA COMICS MAGAZINE.
Slowly... slowly...
Oh - check this out:
"I'm not ever going to do a poignant, touching, emotionally charged, autobio, love triangle, grandma's dying dramatic story. And it's not that I couldn't, I just have no interest in reading it. I have been watching the indy comic community, and I gotta tell ya, it's fucking boring. It's one Lifetime movie of the week adaptation after another."
There's a big roundtable discussion with some of the contributors to HOUSE OF TWELVE V 2.0 up at PopImage! Check out Ed Mathews' roundtable interview of myself, Cheese Hasselberger, K Thor Jensen, Dave Mckenna and Miss Lasko-Gross!
Not for the easily offended!
Trying to make it through to tomorrow... going home for sukkot. spent time with the new lady last night and tonight's another roundtable interview for NinthArt with Dawson & Radtke, Cheese, Thor, Jenny and, I think, Hellmann.
At least I'll drink.
More LNB: PLUTONIAN SHORE later... man, I feel like my editor now.
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Creative slump hit me like a jackhammer. No writing, no drawing could get through.... so I decided that I'd take a comics hiatus for a week or two...
...and then this morning... like a blow to the side of my jowly face....
BULLETS AND BREAKUPS.
Oh, Mafia romance is sweet, sweet and sour. Much like sweet and sour meatballs.
Back later.
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Back into the swing of things now that whatnot has settled down a bit... back in the gym, keeping the diet going - someone offered me free pizza today? DENIED.
Workwise, I'm pushing COFFIN along but finding it tough to get back to the swing of comics. I started on BIG KAHN #2 and found my mind fighting it. Maybe I should start DEAD RONIN or push on and finish up FIFTIES #4 to get me back into the flow.
Started CREATIVITY, but I keep fucking up the first page. I've been through four drafts of that page and i keep on justfucking it up like an amatuer. Tonight I start draft five.
Gotta get me some more dough - trying to get paid for a logo design I did, but i need more freelance work - design, illustration, prostitution or bootlegging... i need cash for the new place... and I need to start paying back some bills. Gah, I'm drowning in oweswag.
whats weird is that i've doen more cartoon work at my job for logos than ive done at home. i hope i can push forward on CREATIVITY. I'll feel like a mobster if I can complete a 72 page mini graphic novel on my lonesome.
Ed Mathews and I are talking about doing a comic together. It'll be about a Jewish guy trying to come out to family and friends. Should be interesting. Speaking of which, the TP release party is the day after Yom Kippur, resulting in my going to Hell the direct day after I try and atone for my sins.
Matt and Kelly Sue Fraction hit their one year anniversary. Congrats, kids.
Nothing happening in comics that really has changed my worldview, but aren't Carla's QUEEN AND COUNTRY pages pretty?
Also, have you been reading these? They might come up later on your Neil Kleid test.
Wanna see which two OGN/trades Neil wants this year? BOOM. BLAM.
I need to go get some pants, by the way. If you're so inclined, I like black dress pants and black jeans. You can email for the size.
I also need to buy some music... it's no secret that I'm music dunce... I'm no student of the lyrics like some people, but I do dig music. I just dig what I know and I know what I dig, dig? Gimme Frank and Bruce one day; Soundgarden and Gorillaz the next. I like certain Ramones songs, sure, but I'm no savant with all the titles on my fingertips. If I hear a song that I like, I try and check out an album... thats what got me to pick up Weezer's last album. That being said, I need a new kick. I dig on the Stiff Little Fingers and old school punk, so maybe I'll do some digging at Tower Records... unless someone has a suggestion or three?
Big time comical jam tonight. Then maybe a call to the lady friend.
Off to drink.
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Let's play a little catch up here. Time to finish the tale.
LATE NIGHT BLOCK: NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE
10 Pages written and copyrighted by Neil Kleid
Page One (3 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
Dark panel. Title.
CAP:
NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE
CAP:
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore..."
PANEL TWO
Large shot - an old, forbidding house set back on a black hill. Gates crumble in the foreground and the hill conceals all forms of tangled shrubbery and stonework. The night is clear and the moon bright- the house, a broken, looming creature cast in masonry and ebon shadow jars against the calm, serene night's sky. Far above, in the heavens. we can see stars shining... one faintly glimmering more than its sisters. Curtains obscure the house's stained windows... all except for one arcing window on the right of the panel. Light shines out from it's gated portal, drawing our eye. The overall effect is partly Orson Welle's Xanadu from the beginning of CITIZEN KANE and partly every generic haunted house that graced the frames of old Scooby Doo cartoons.
PANEL THREE
Pull in on the lit window. Perhaps the frame should angle a bit, lending a skewed sense to the viewer. Through the closed window, we can see a high backed chair set behind a large oak wood desk. A man in his late thirties - thin and stretched, as Tolkein once wrote of Gollum, with fine receding hair. He's dressed for bed - a robe drawn over his body. He's poring over a thick tome.
Page Two (5 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
INT. HOUSE DRAWING ROOM- NIGHT
An atmospheric shot of the room we just spied on - the man, one FENTON DAVIES, pores over his ledgers and books under the shadows of portraits and statuettes. The mantle is lined with writing awards and there's a small bust of Pallas resting against what appears to be an Oscar. The bookcases are packed with classics such as Poe, Faulkner and Hemingway but we also see tomes by Robert McKee, Joseph Campbell, Syd Field and Pauline Kael. Stacks of videocassettes rest next to a small computer desk on which we see scripts, reels and stacks of post it notes. Davies has his head down as he makes a note in the book he's reading.
PANEL TWO
Davies lifts his head slightly, eyebrow raised to the door behind him as a dull tapping intrudes upon the quiet scene.
SFX: TAP TAP TAP...
PANEL THREE
he turns completely in his plush chair, now facing the door. He places the book aside.
SFX: TAP TAP
PANEL FOUR
Reverse shot - we're staring at the foreboding oaken door, framed with decorative friezework and two small candles on either side. A coat hangs on a hook to the left of the door.
DAVIES: YES...?
DAVIES: IS SOMEONE THERE?
PANEL FIVE
Davies heads to the door and places his hand on the doorknob. The darkness creep in and play up his spine and swallow the bookcases. Something flits by overhead - a passing shadow or a thought best forgotten.
SFX: TAP TAP TAP
DAVIES: I'M COMING, I'M COMING... CEASE THAT TAPPING.
DAVIES: IS THAT YOU, HENDERSON? I'M NOT QUITE FINISHED WITH THE SCRIPT YET...
Page Three (5 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
INT. HOUSE DRAWING ROOM- NIGHT
Davies peeks through the chain-linked door.
DAVIES: THERE ARE SOME MAJOR PLOT HOLES IN THE SECOND ACT -
PANEL TWO
Reverse shot - Davies stares through the crack at the visored helmet of what appears to be a space alien. Sleek, sloping and futuristic, the helmet reflects Davies' shocked expression back at us. The creature is half turned, as if Davies opened the door at the moment it turned away. Behind it, we can see a second similarly dressed creature. They are both, by the by, standing on the surface of a dry, cracked, rocky terrain... as if we opened a door to Mars. Or Pluto. The first creature's hand is half raised, about to tap once more.
PANEL THREE
Davies slams the door shut, locking the chain tighter.
PANEL FOUR
He leans against the door, breathing heavily. The tapping begins anew.
SFX: TAP TAP TAP
DAVIES: ...WHO... WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
DAVIES: ... GO AWAY!
PANEL FIVE
Close up on Davies. Sweat rolls down his brow and his eyes are wide, staring over his shoulder. The tapping has stopped.
DAVIES: ...HELLO?
DAVIES: ARE YOU.. IS ANYONE STILL THERE?
Page Four (6 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
Davies looks back out through the door.
PANEL TWO
EXT. PLUTO – NIGHT
Large shot – the two aliens are standing on a very desolate rocky landscape. The stars are bright and close and we can see that this is not the planet Earth. The two aliens turn back to see Davies sticking his head out of what appears to be a small, ramshackle hut complete with iron piping and attached outhouse. Rocks and puffballs flutter around it. We can see planets and galaxies in the sky. Beyond the aliens, rising up from the ground, is a sleek, long, silver rocket named THE RAVEN II.
DAVIES: OH, MY --!
DAVIES: WHERE…?
PANEL THREE
The two aliens lean forward, one reaching out for Davies.
PANEL FOUR
Davies starts to slam the door, but the alien pushes into the space, knocking the man back.
PANEL FIVE
INT. HOUSE DRAWING ROOM- NIGHT
Davies is knocked into the room, falling on his back. He lifts his arms to ward off the aliens as they enter, closing the door behind them.
DAVIES: STAY BACK! STAY BACK! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
PANEL SIX
The lead alien removes his helmet, revealing the lower half of a human face. The second alien starts to unbuckle his own.
ALIEN ONE: OF COURSE. YOU’RE FENTON DAVIES.
ALIEN ONE: I’VE SEEN ALL YOUR MOVIES.
Page Five (6 PANELS)
PANEL ONE
Large shot - the alien removes his helmet and we can see he's a blond, blue eyed man... almost Aryan, like many of your favorite comic book characters. He's sweating slightly (it's hot under that helmet) and behind him, his second in command is a darker, more Cherokee-like guy in his early twenties. The lead man- HANK KARSH- smiles and extends his hand to Davies.
KARSH: HANK KARSH, UNITED STATES ASTRONAUT AND CAPTAIN OF THE RAVEN EXPLORATIONAL UNIT.
KARSH: JOEY AND I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR DAYS.
PANEL TWO
Davies hesitantly takes Karsh's hand.
DAVIES: CH..CHARMED... WAIT.. DAYS?
DAVIES: WHY? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?
PANEL THREE
Davies sneaks around the astronauts and peers out the door again.
DAVIES: WHAT'S OUT THERE? THAT'S... THAT'S...
PANEL FOUR
Davies peers out into the emptiness of space at the shiny rocket and the cosmos winking down.
DAVIES: ...IMPOSSIBLE.
PANEL FIVE
He ducks back in locking the door and spreading his arms out to barricade it. The two men scratch their heads in confusion.
DAVIES: EXPLAIN THIS! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
DAVIES: WHY IS THERE A SOLAR SYSTEM IN MY HALLWAY?
PANEL SIX
The two men astronauts trade wary glances
KARSH: YOUR... HALLWAY?
KARSH: MISTER DAVIES... SIR... DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?