A pun, related to an ongoing role playing campaign using Ironclaw, 2.ed. It's untranslatable to English. Sorry.

And yes, this actually did happened, sort of.

EDIT:

I just realised the text in the panels got eaten by the scanner (or rather my lackadaisical postprocessing) so I am adding a transcript for your convenience. I'm just that nice.

Panel One:
Vixen: "Hmm... Åttio gram... Furufiber... Fyraårig..."
Sound effect: "Skrynkel"
Collie: "Vad kan du få ut av ljudet?"

Panel Two:
Vixen: "Det här utpressningsbrevet rör sig helt klart om"

Panel Three:
Vixen: "Vänsterprassel"