Kyle: Oh, whoa, whoa. This is bad.
Trevor: Please don't tell him.
Kyle: I don't need to tell him. He's all-knowing.
[The Adversary, a floating orb of black tendrils and an orange glowing core, appears with a warbling whoosh]
The Adversary: Oh, Trevor.
Kyle: Oh, Trevor.
Trevor: In my defense, you said don't sell it, not don't read it. So...
[The Adversary fires an energy beam at Trevor, incinerating him, leaving only the comic book and his charred Converse sneakers]