Panel 1: Iz is sitting on a little wall in the park, talking to Mr. Jones on the phone.
Iz: Goodbye, Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones: W--
Panel 2: Iz disconnects from the call and jumps up from the wall.
Iz [thinks]: I need to quit. Now. To hell with the penalties. Those don't matter. I can't get any deeper into this.
Panel 3: Iz gazes down at his phone, on which he has the texting app open.
Iz [thinks]: Okay. I've written the text. Just..."I quit." Simple. Direct. And now...I send it.
Panel 4:
Iz [aloud]: Why aren't I sending it?
Voice From Off Panel: Why do you think?
Alt-Text: Tell us, mysterious off-panel voice!
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