Panel 1: Conan writes, pensive, in a sort of ancient version of a notepad with whatever barbarians use to write with, charred bits of enemy or whatever.
Caption(Conan): IN MY TRAVELS, I HAVE HAD TO DEAL WITH GANGS OF MULTIPLE SWORDSMEN. THESE GANGS HAVE BECOME DULL OF LATE, SO I HAVE EXPERIMENTED WITH DIFFERENT WAYS OF SWORDFIGHTING AS I DISPATCH THEM.
I SEEM TO HAVE CREATED A NEW STYLE THAT WILL FOREVER CHANGE THE WAY SWORDFIGHTING IS DONE.
Panel 2: We see over Conan's shoulder and see what he has in his notepad. It is a stick figure Conan with 2 swords in each hand, one in his mouth, and one sticking out from his bum. Conan is thinking.
Caption(Conan): HRMMM, MAYBE I CAN FIT DAGGERS IN THE NOSTRILS.