#breadboys

>FRAME #1

>FRAME #1

FATHER: [Enters stage right] “SON! Have you been reading-” [Pauses to observe the panel frame] “...Hold on. Something’s not right here!”

>FRAME #2

SON: [Attention focused on manga] “Like how we’re immortal crusaders living in the 2000’s era, who make a living off of shooting one another based upon substantially trivial disagreements?”

FATHER: “What? No, that’s the normal stuff.”

>FRAME #3

FATHER: [Pokes head out of frame] “Aha! We’re inside of a box, Son. Someone has imprisoned us within the confines of an ungodly cell!”

SON: [Puts down manga to tap the frame] “Huh. Would you look at that…?”

>FRAME #4

SON: [A lightbulb appears over his head] “Woah, I think this is a… yes!” [Tosses manga away gleefully] “It’s finally happening Father, we’re inside of a graphic n-!” [Startled scream as a shotgun cocks]

>FRAME #5

FATHER: [Aims loaded shotgun into the previous panel] “God does not condone fanservice, and it seems you’re out of panels to repent for it.”