Saturday night's dream in four frames

(I can't draw, so you'll have to imagine this in the style of Slow Wave.)


I am a corporate predator. I've invited my latest victim to dinner to seal the deal.


Afterwards, he's chatting about his hobby of making cider.
"You certainly know a lot about apples!" my wife says, impressed.


I interrupt "Yeah, that's why he's just had to sell his company to me for half what it's worth!"


I expect him to angrily throw his glass of wine over me, but instead he just seems sad.