Page 85 (The witch-bander stands motionless, as Spondule picks himself up off the ground, and Navichet rushes towards the toppled bike) NAVICHET: Gotta go, gotta go. SPONDULE: Wh-- NAVICHET: (righting the bike) Spondule. SPONDULE: (wobbly, mounting the bike) Hh-- hhk (Spondule and Navichet ride down the street, away from the witch-bander, who impassively watches. Spondule coughs)