With Scratch's newfound love of smoothies, what else *has* he tried to blend that he really shouldn't? Just for kicks rather than sustenance?
[ID: 6 panels in greyscale.
Panel 1: A counter with an arrangement of labeled containers, bags, and cans. There is saffron, instant chicken tikka masala, jalapenos, pumpkin, spinach puffs, rice, and mint.
Panel 2: A full blender works in the foreground while Mr. Weed and Hare sit at a table in the back. Hare says, "Weed, you're my man on the inside." Mr. Weed says, "Pay me." Hare says, "No. Now, tell me--"
Panel 3: Hare stares calculatingly ahead, hands clasped in front of his face. Mr. Weed looks on seriously. Hare asks, "How bad is it, exactly?" Mr. Weed says, "The smell is overwhelming. Just imagining the texture is painful."
Panel 4: A dash across the panel and Scratch's illuminated eye lens within it. Hare narrates, "What drives a man to this?" Mr. Weed narrates, "Madness? Pain? Desperation?"
Panel 5: Scratch holding a glass with the smoothie and a bendy straw, looking unaffected. "..." next to him.
Panel 6: Scratch drinks, eyebrow raised in a sort of expectant, challenging way. SFX: sluuuuurp. Mr. Weed says from off panel, "... Or he's just been craving Indian food for four years." Hare says from off panel, "Yeah, that makes sense." End ID.]
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