Chapter 7 – Page 026
It’s true, if you’d joked about either of these stooges getting to where they were anytime in the last twenty years you’d be booed off-stage and told to get better material.
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Panel 1:
Nancy tugs her phone off the wires and rolls it around in her palm, too distracted to notice Alice pick her phone up off the floor.
NANCY: Hope I didn’t teleport you far. You go to some fancy boarding school or something?
ALICE: Baden-Powell Academy? Nah, iss jus’ a...regular school in Hackney.
NANCY: Ain’t never heard of a regular school call itself an “academy”, princess, but whatever helps you sleep at night. You okay getting home? I need to figure out what went wrong here.
Panel 2:
Same view. Nancy’s attention is wrenched by the Samsung smartphone that lights up in Alice’s hand.
ALICE: Uhhh…suuurrre. Think I can Google Map it.
ALICE: Soon’s I gets a signal, any’ow.
ALICE: Oi, y’better stiff up the funds t’get me an uber, Doctor Strange-
Panel 3:
Nancy snaps the phone up from Alice’s hand, to her surprise.
NANCY: What in the sam hell is this thingamabob?
ALICE: A…phooone?
NANCY: This ain’t a phone, this is a 2001 monolith!
NANCY: …who’s President?
Panel 4:
Alice, growing more and more uncomfortably nervous, is framed by their two phones. Next to the, as far as Nancy knows, cutting-edge top-of-the-line Nokia flip-phone, the Samsung smartphone may as well be from outer space.
ALICE: Donald Trump?
NANCY: Prime Minister?
ALICE: Boris Johnson?
NANCY: Are you really from the future are you just picking joke answers from panel shows?
ALICE: Wozza “panel show”?
Panel 5:
Nancy absent-mindedly tosses the phone for Alice to juggle while she ponders some deep truths. Off-panel, a shadow grows from the door.
NANCY: Right, now I know you’re from the future.
NANCY: This.
NANCY: Presents.
NANCY: Problems.
NANCY: Which we should drop everything and focus on solving before we caaaaaaa-
Panel 6:
Nancy notices the shadow being cast by a cricket bat held over her head. Alice grips her phone tighter.
NANCY: -aaaaaan I help you at all?
TERRY: You meddle with powers you do not understand, agents of chaos!
Nancy tugs her phone off the wires and rolls it around in her palm, too distracted to notice Alice pick her phone up off the floor.
NANCY: Hope I didn’t teleport you far. You go to some fancy boarding school or something?
ALICE: Baden-Powell Academy? Nah, iss jus’ a...regular school in Hackney.
NANCY: Ain’t never heard of a regular school call itself an “academy”, princess, but whatever helps you sleep at night. You okay getting home? I need to figure out what went wrong here.
Panel 2:
Same view. Nancy’s attention is wrenched by the Samsung smartphone that lights up in Alice’s hand.
ALICE: Uhhh…suuurrre. Think I can Google Map it.
ALICE: Soon’s I gets a signal, any’ow.
ALICE: Oi, y’better stiff up the funds t’get me an uber, Doctor Strange-
Panel 3:
Nancy snaps the phone up from Alice’s hand, to her surprise.
NANCY: What in the sam hell is this thingamabob?
ALICE: A…phooone?
NANCY: This ain’t a phone, this is a 2001 monolith!
NANCY: …who’s President?
Panel 4:
Alice, growing more and more uncomfortably nervous, is framed by their two phones. Next to the, as far as Nancy knows, cutting-edge top-of-the-line Nokia flip-phone, the Samsung smartphone may as well be from outer space.
ALICE: Donald Trump?
NANCY: Prime Minister?
ALICE: Boris Johnson?
NANCY: Are you really from the future are you just picking joke answers from panel shows?
ALICE: Wozza “panel show”?
Panel 5:
Nancy absent-mindedly tosses the phone for Alice to juggle while she ponders some deep truths. Off-panel, a shadow grows from the door.
NANCY: Right, now I know you’re from the future.
NANCY: This.
NANCY: Presents.
NANCY: Problems.
NANCY: Which we should drop everything and focus on solving before we caaaaaaa-
Panel 6:
Nancy notices the shadow being cast by a cricket bat held over her head. Alice grips her phone tighter.
NANCY: -aaaaaan I help you at all?
TERRY: You meddle with powers you do not understand, agents of chaos!