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PANEL ONE: MARSDEN steeples his fingers in an air of superiority.

MARSDEN:
Let me explain to you why you’re here, Mister Punch.

PANEL TWO: MARSDEN calls up a holographic display in mid-air with various medical readouts including a DNA spiral.

MARSDEN:
Firstly, we have taken blood, fingerprint and DNA samples from you and should have your actual identity soon.

PANEL THREE: An image of PUNCH in the company of a group of people who are only shadows and outlines-- one is a woman who has a hat like his basically a female Punch outline, one is a big muscled male who is taller than everyone else, one is a slimmer male with reflective sunglasses.

MARSDEN:
Secondly, we know you are part of a larger group - a cabal of renegades like yourself. You will give us their identities.

PANEL FOUR: MARSDEN leans in, looking very earnest and serious.

MARSDEN:
Do so, and we can come to some sort of accommodation. Fail to do so, and we will extract the information from you-- rather unpleasantly.

PANEL FIVE: MARSDEN sits across the desk from PUNCH, still leaning forward towards him. PUNCH holds up a hand as if to ask a question.

MARSDEN:
I’m sure you can appreciate the position you’re in. So tell me, Mister Punch, will you cooperate?

PUNCH:
I have one question.

MARSDEN:
Yes?

PANEL SIX: PUNCH looking completely unimpressed.

PUNCH:
Do these tactics work on OTHER people?