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[[Harry blasts away as Harmony and Donald cover their heads]]
Harmony: What are those things?
Donald: Some kind of robot spider!

Harmony: There's too many of them! We have to turn back!
Harry: Heads up!

[[A key clatters to the floor near Harmony and Donald]]
Harry: (off-panel) Hurry! Grab the key and unlock the door!

[[Harmony, Harry and Donald rest against the the door while the robot spiders continue to skitter around on the other side]]
Donald: Nice shootin', Tex. Don't suppose the next test will be something simple, like roshambo, eh?