Fun says, "My Comic - The Escape."

Underlings: What torture do you want for today?

Pandai the Genius: Erm, we've been here for so many days, I think it is time for you to give us the ultimate torture.

Underlings: And what is that?

Tulis the Scribbler: Hey, what are you trying to do? They might just torture us to death!

Pandai the Genius: Ya, better dead than see this next torture!

Underlings: Tell us quickly!!!

Pandai the Genius: Ok ok. Just release our chains and throw Dera the Torturer into the swamps. Make sure he drown big times. That'll be torturous to us.

Underlings: Yes, that sounds like the ultimate torture! Let's do it, buddies.

And thus, Pandai the Genius and Tulis the Scribbler escaped the Torture Chamber of Cuckooland...

Fun says, "My Comic - Incompetent Underlings of Dera the Torturer."

Dera the Torturer: Muahaha, how do you feel after getting my torture?

Pandai the Genius: Er...Er...a....a littwel....bitzy o hi...

Tulis the Scribbler: Egrii....bari hai...

Dera the Torturer: Underlings! What have you been feeding them both?

Underlings: This white sugar, as you commanded, master!

Dera the Torturer: Gaa! Those are ecstacy powder!!! And you should be giving them sugar cane! Not sugar!

Underlings: But sugar comes from sugar cane. They are same, master.

Dera the Torturer: You idiots! When I say sugar cane, I want it to be sugar cane! Do this again and I'll fry you all. Now go and prepare the next torture!

Underlings: Yes, master. But...what is the next torture? We don't think we have next torture.

Dera the Torturer: (!!!)...we don't have a next torture! Gaa!!!

And there it went, Dera the Torturer became a victim of his own torturous ideas...

Fun says, "My Comic - In the Depths of Cuckooland's Torture Chamber"

Dera the Torturer: Muahaha, welcome to Cuckooland's torture chamber. I will torture you all with no apparent reasons.

Tulis the Scribbler: Look what have you done! You stupid genius!

Pandai the Genius: Don't worry. If you have watched the Hidden Channel, you would have known that Cuckooland's torture chamber doesn't have any equipment to torture you!

Tulis the Scribbler: Phew, what a relief.

Dera the Torturer: Muahaha, we don't need equipment to torture you! Underlings, hold them still! I will begin my first round of torture!

Tulis the Scribbler: Gaa! Get off me! Gaa!

Pandai the Genius: #%@#%!#, didn't expect he has so many underlings that they can pin me down!

Dera the Torturer: The first torture is to eat sugar cane until you get carbohydrate poisoning! Muahaha!

(From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn, Dera the Torturer's underlings keep feeding them with sugar cane. What a torture...)

Fun says, "My Comic - Holy Book of White Paper Part 2."

Pandai the Genius: Hey there, what are you doing?

Tulis the Scribbler: Go away! This is top secret!

Pandai the Genius: Look! There's Superman! (Snatch)

Pandai the Genius: Wow! The 3 Commandments of White Paper?

Tulis the Scribbler: Do not read! That is holy!!!

Pandai the Genius: One, thou shall never write your name on this book.

Tulis the Scribbler: ... (face getting extremely green)

Pandai the Genius: Two, thou shall be as empty as a piece of white paper. What does it mean?

Tulis the Scribbler: ...It is another way of saying "thou shall be an idiot!", you idiot!

Pandai the Genius: Oh, I see. Three, thou shall do any other things according to thy desires. Yes, this is what I call good commandments to follow. Good job, Tulis!

Tulis the Scribbler: Of course, I am...

(A sudden lightning struck and sent these two profaning idiots into the depths of Cuckooland's torture chamber...)

While Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet is wondering why his Holy Book has not been finished and delivered to him...

Fun says, "My Comic - The Holy Book of White Paper."

In the depths of the Swamps of Cuckooland, with characters borrowed from a friend.

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: The White Paper Worship Religion is going out of control. We must unite all the separate sects together.

Tulis the Scribbler: Since you got all the revelations about the truth of White Paper Worship, why not we scribble them all down and publish a book to guide them all?

Pengutus the Cuckooed Prophet: I agree! Now listen to me, do as I command you to. (Whispers and whispers...)

Tulis the Scribbler: Yes, sir! I will do as you've told. The Holy Book of White Paper will be the top seller when I am done with it.

(With crayon and paper, Tulis the Scribbler scribbles day and night for the next 576 hours)