Chapter 5 – Page 046
Why yes, Nancy, psychology is in fact an actual science with data and stuff.
And just to practice what I preach, I’m going to go ahead and give a TRIGGER WARNING for unprovoked violence on the next page. I sincerely apologise in advance.
↓ Transcript
Panel 1:
Si gets irritable while Nancy aggressively concentrates.
SI: Sod’s sake, yanno wot I mean! Y’can’t jus’ whack yer psychomologycoccal problems wif a bat and make ‘em go away, it dun’t work like that!
NANCY: Since when did you become such an authority on mental health?
Panel 2:
Si reminisces, eyes downcast.
SI: …I’m not.
SI: My pitā is. He has to be in his line of work.
SI: Yanno wot he told me? ‘Bout head problems? “It’s never over.”
NANCY: Of course not, then the Illuminati can’t sedate the populace with a never-ending supply of pills and grow fat on the proceeds.
Panel 3:
Si is severely pissed at the insinuation and Nancy is severely pissed at being put on the spot.
SI: You callin’ my dad a crook, Nancy Brilligan?!
NANCY: What do you expect me to say?! My whole adult life, a production-line of quacks with an alphabet soup of letters after their names have been testifying to all and sundry that I’m crazy!
NANCY: Forgive me for taking that personally!
Panel 4:
Si’s anger turns to pity. This subject is clearly a sore spot for Nancy.
NANCY (off-panel): Do you see any of them defending London from quantum madness? No! You don’t! The whole world shuts their ears to the truth and lets the evildoers take relativity for a ride!
NANCY (off-panel): Seems to me they’re the crazy ones, not I! I’m the only one who isn’t!
Panel 5:
Same view. Si comes to a revelation.
SI: …
SI: …Nancy…
SI …my sister in Muhammed, even you can’t seriously believe you’re sane.
Panel 6:
Nancy focuses through her binoculars as Si reaches out for a poke.
NANCY: Believe what you want, I am a completely centred individual with no outstanding issues.
SI: Really? So you won’t freak out if I poke your skin anywhere…?
Panel 7 (inset):
Si’s finger prods Nancy’s cheek. Green cracks fracture a blue surface.
Si gets irritable while Nancy aggressively concentrates.
SI: Sod’s sake, yanno wot I mean! Y’can’t jus’ whack yer psychomologycoccal problems wif a bat and make ‘em go away, it dun’t work like that!
NANCY: Since when did you become such an authority on mental health?
Panel 2:
Si reminisces, eyes downcast.
SI: …I’m not.
SI: My pitā is. He has to be in his line of work.
SI: Yanno wot he told me? ‘Bout head problems? “It’s never over.”
NANCY: Of course not, then the Illuminati can’t sedate the populace with a never-ending supply of pills and grow fat on the proceeds.
Panel 3:
Si is severely pissed at the insinuation and Nancy is severely pissed at being put on the spot.
SI: You callin’ my dad a crook, Nancy Brilligan?!
NANCY: What do you expect me to say?! My whole adult life, a production-line of quacks with an alphabet soup of letters after their names have been testifying to all and sundry that I’m crazy!
NANCY: Forgive me for taking that personally!
Panel 4:
Si’s anger turns to pity. This subject is clearly a sore spot for Nancy.
NANCY (off-panel): Do you see any of them defending London from quantum madness? No! You don’t! The whole world shuts their ears to the truth and lets the evildoers take relativity for a ride!
NANCY (off-panel): Seems to me they’re the crazy ones, not I! I’m the only one who isn’t!
Panel 5:
Same view. Si comes to a revelation.
SI: …
SI: …Nancy…
SI …my sister in Muhammed, even you can’t seriously believe you’re sane.
Panel 6:
Nancy focuses through her binoculars as Si reaches out for a poke.
NANCY: Believe what you want, I am a completely centred individual with no outstanding issues.
SI: Really? So you won’t freak out if I poke your skin anywhere…?
Panel 7 (inset):
Si’s finger prods Nancy’s cheek. Green cracks fracture a blue surface.