The guard turns and runs off, and Sulfur shifts her full attention to the Wax-Man. He lets go of the iron bars (what remains of them) and slinks over on all fours. Stopping at the edge of the dark gas where her feet would be, he flings his hands out, attempting to take hold of her dark thighs. But his fingers pass harmless through her noxious form, which gives him a case of creepy giggles. He sits back onto his folded legs, and stares up at her like a puppy craving love.