Biffo has a pained expression after he takes a sip from his glass, expecting milk, but Buster has replaced his milk with cum.

BUSTER: Ha ha ha, Biffo! I replaced all your milk with cum!

Biffo is strolling innocently down the street with a massive grin on his face, whistling. The whistle is depicted above his head in text. Further down the street, Buster is waiting in an alley with chloroform, a sundress, and a full kit of makeup.

Biffo is grinning madly and staring at you, the reader, as he walks to his car with several cases of ribs and wings. Buster is hiding behind the grill with a jerry can of gasoline and a mischievous grin. He is about to immolate Biffo.

BIFFO: Ribs and wings.... what could go wrong?
BUSTER: He he he.