Panel 1: A man looks to the left at a winding path through a forest. He looks bored.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"

Panel 2: The man looks to the right and sees a wildly more radical path over a sea of fire, filled with traps, floating platforms, and coins.
"Then I glanced upon the other road,
And noticed platforms along the path;
Floating coins appeared to taunt and goad
Over bones of those who blindly strode
'Tween spike pits and axes swinging wrath."

Panel 3: The man is on the second path, leaping over spikes and gathering coins under his arm.
"Having watched Ninja Warriors past,
I braved the gauntlet with skips and jumps
Dodging each flaming blade spinning fast
Each challenge I managed to outlast
(Though in truth I did receive some lumps)"

Panel 4: The man gives a thumbs up despite being covered in scratches, burns, and missing an entire arm. He is wearing a backwards baseball cap and sunglasses.
He stands in front of giant piles of coins.
"At times in life we are forced to pick
'Tween similar journeys to be had.
But recall and heed this one weird trick:
With two diverged roads, if one is sick
Always choose the one that looks most rad."
-Robby F.