-[DESCRIPTION: The phantom is yelling at swan, talking about whatever his frustrations are to swan.
which is everything. he ends up picking him up to just yell now. just to make some noise.
As swan is held up with the phantoms hands around his neck, he looks down, a cocky smirk on his face.
an idea coming to his mind as he reaches a hand down to the phantom.
the phantom pauses his yelling to look at where swan is reaching down on.
Swans is reaching for the voice box strapped to the phantoms chest, fingers on a dial.
and the dial gets turned a bit. the phantom looks down at his chest, confused. he then opens his mouth to speak,
but finds himself unable to. he is muted. swan muted his fucking voice.
swan turned off his own voice by turning the dial on the voice box.
With his hands still around his neck, the phantom pulls swan closer to him. yelling again.
though no sound comes out, the energy and the hot air blowing out from his mouth is more than enough to get the point across.
swan regrets his own confidence]-
I recycled the same joke a bit at the beginning there from a different comic for a whole other thing I did way back then. that of which im not gonna talk about.