Comic transcript

Stewart stands above the corpse of his god.

STEWART: Oh… oh no…

BROCCOLI: Stewart? Stewart, are you okay?

STEWART: No I’m not okay! Our entire civilization is going to collapse! My family; my son; they will perish!

Stewart embraces Broccoli, crying into their chest.

BROCCOLI (thinking): …why am I being restrained?

Broccoli eventually hugs him back tightly.

BROCCOLI (thinking):…MUTUAL RESTRAINT.

Broccoli pulls away from Stewart and sets their hand upon his shoulder.

BROCCOLI: We will find an even taller guy!

STEWART: Where? How!?

BROCCOLI: Look! Out there…

Broccoli gestures to a nearby window. Sunlight streams down from outside.

STEWART: It’s so bright… we need to tell everyone about this!

Stewart returns to the pantry, where the other moths have all gathered around the King. He has been ziptied to a spit over kindling of pencil shavings. The scariest guard matches holds a lit match, ready to light the fire.

STEWART: GUYS!!!

MATCHES: What

STEWART: COME QUICKLY!!! There is something you must see!

Stewart and Broccoli lead the mothfolk outside and they bask in the sun. Stewarts husband seems confused by some flowers.

HUSBAND: What… What even are these?

Stewart drinks some nectar from one with his proboscis.

STEWART: I don’t know!

Stewart's son climbs the bloom and starts to munch on one of the petals.

STEWART + HUSBAND: Son approves!

STEWART: The famine is no more!

The moths cheer and Broccoli cheers with them. Their mission was a success.

WAFFLES: Yes laugh and be merry… while you still can… for I still have many evil tasks to accomplish today, like evil laundry, evil cartography… and mathematics!!

BROCCOLI: You know, you’re a pretty lousy force of darkness, saving the town from poison.

WAFFLES: A simple mistake-

BROCCOLI: You’re nothing but mistakes, Waffles! You fail to wreak havoc at every turn! You’re a minor inconvenience at worst.

WAFFLES: A what?!!

As the sun begins to set, Broccoli peels away from the crowd to find the King hiding under a mushroom.

BROCCOLI: Hey King! Noticed you’ve been hiding and stuff; you good?

MOTH KING: My own people tried to ritually sacrifice me, Tall Guy is dead, and the giant light in the sky is sinking into the ground before my eyes… But uh- besides that, everything’s peachy!

Broccoli and the King sit atop the mushroom together, watching the sun set.

MOTH KING: Tall Guy made me feel so insignificant and afraid…

BROCCOLI: But now…

MOTH KING: I feel worse.

BROCCOLI: Oh.

MOTH KING: I mean the world is so much bigger than it ought to be, don’t you think?

BROCCOLI: I guess. I think… as long as you focus on little things, it’ll be okay. …Anyways, it’s been fun being your royal advisor, but I gotta go have tea with my Best Friend.

MOTH KING: Who?

BROCCOLI: See ya! …gotta say bye to Stewart… Oh!

Broccoli finds the Stewart his husband and his sun are all asleep in a field of flowers. Broccoli tears a page from their book and writes something on it, then leaves the note on the sleeping family.

BROCCOLI’S NOTE: Bye!