Panel One: Constantine rifles through his latest mark/client to be’s desk, a slight buzzing noise fills his ears.
SFX: bzzzzzzzzzzzzz, zzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Panel Two: Constantine pauses his search to pinch the bridge of his nose and lean over the desk.
Constantine: How can anyone properly burgle with all this bloody noise?
Panel Three: The buzzing resumes and Constantine cringes and resumes his search.
SFX: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Panel Four: The buzzing intensifies. Constantine doubles over, clearly in pain. The room begins to lose touch with reality, the gravity lessens sending papers and furniture into the air.
SFX: BZZZZZZZZZ, BZZZZZZZZZZZZ, BEELLLZZZZZZZZZ
Panel Five: The buzzing reaches its peak, a flash of dark smoke engulfs Constantine.
SFX: BZZZZZZZZZ, BEELLLZZZZZZZZZ, BEELZEBUB
Constantine: Oh for Christ's sa--
Panel Six: The room clears, the buzzing stops, there is a flaming pentagram on the floor, the smell of sulfur in the air and no sign of Constantine.