SURFER
The SILVER SURFER bursts onto the scene, sending the men spinning into the snow.
SURFER: HUMANS AGAIN! Infamous race that thinks only of DEATH and DESTRUCTION!
SURFER: Will I NEVER be FREE of your INSANE VIOLENCE?
Panel 2:
CLOSE-UP on DRACO instructing the DOOMBOTS to fire.
DRACO: SHOOT HIM!
Panel 3:
The DOOMBOTS let out a volley of electric fire.
[NO COPY.]
Panel 4:
The SURFER easily avoids the fire.
[NO COPY.]
Panel 5:
The LACKEY observes the scene in dismay.
LACKEY: He's TOO FAST! I knew this would happen! We're LOST NOW!
Panel 6:
CLOSE-UP on the SURFER's face, expressing his rage.
SURFER: So I'll have DONE with REASON, and with LOVE, or MERCY!
SURFER(CONT): To YOU, they are only WORDS -- to be uttered and IGNORED!
Panel 7:
WIDE ANGLE of the SURFER shooting cosmic bolts at the DOOMBOTS, blowing up chunks of ice, scatterring them like pins.
SURFER: Since a fiendish fate has TRAPPED me here, with a hostile RACE on this nightmare WORLD...
SURFER(CONT): I'll FORGET my heritage -- BLOT OUT my space-born ETHIC!
SPFX: BTOM!
Panel 8:
CLOSE-UP on DRACO, trying to grab hold of the gun that he shot before and which is now lying in the snow not too far away.
DRACO: I've... got... only... ONE CHANCE...