Alright, Artie. I'm all strapped in.
Here goes...
Nothing. Nothing at all?
A small spark and a tiny fizzle, but no portal.
You've got the rack and the comic. It should have worked!
Artie ... is there any chance that we're missing something?
- What was that? - Call you back.
That's what we're missing!
So this weapon ...
- The Ghouls are defenceless against it's power? - Yes.
Last time I was captured, they took it.
Been fighting to get it back ever since.
With what?
Hello, Unabomber.
Only language their kind understands is violence.
I see you speak it fluently.
Please tell me you ran some hydrogen peroxide over that first.
Wow! I did not expect that to work.
Look, I'm pretty sure I'm a lot more scared of you than you are of me.
So, if you're itching for a fight...
...you've got the wrong girl.
When the Stranger came...
...we judged us...
...as we now judge her.
From what we see...
- ...not what we know. - Hey, mea culpa, your culpa.
Bygones, it's OK.
Now, about this weapon you're so afraid of...
We nave tried many times and many ways ...
...but we could not destroy this cursed thing.
A lighter?
That's what this is all about? "Fire bad"?
It 's no ordinary fire.
These flames will dissolve one's body through power ...
...we do not understand.
It's...
...an artifact.
It belongs... to the Stranger.
We never knew fear...
...until he came.
Even though he was different ...
... we welcomed him...
But had our hospitality...
...rewarded with pain...
... suffering and death.
We caught him once.
But he escaped.
- We were about to capture him again ... - ...Until we showed up.
Man of the car accident, he is the Stranger.
It 's clobbering time!