Chapter 4 – Page 008
I dunno, Nancy, if I had a Chromebook shoved in my head, I’d probably use it to buff my cooking skills too.
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Panel 1:
Nancy enters the abandoned car repair shop, surrounded by detritus and a couple of blankets. Steam is wafting in from a lit room to the side.
NANCY: Si! The Masons are covering up a spate of attacks on the East End by manufactured clay-people!
NANCY: Any by “the Masons” I of course mean my step-dad!
NANCY: Condescending jerk-
Panel 2:
Closeup. Nancy scents the air - steam wafts up her nostrils.
NANCY (small): sniff sniff
NANCY: What’s that I smell?
SI (off-panel): Dhaba dal!
SI (off-panel): That I’m cooking! In a kitchen!
SI (off-panel): Cuz we got a kitchen now!
Panel 3:
In the lit, warm break room, Si is stirring a stove and having great fun. Nancy leans on a door frame, suspicious.
NANCY: What soylent swill are you poisoning me with?
SI: Nuffing poison ‘bout it! Me mĀta used to make it for us! Way better than them hummus wraps stuffed wif noodles y’been trying ta feed me.
NANCY: The “Ayatollah Chow-Meini” contains all your necessary nutritional needs and no Illuminati-certified additives. You expect me to trust a recipe your mother taught you?
SI: Pfft! Mum din’t teach me nuthin’, left when I was five. Din’t like finding out she was a beard to keep nĀnĪ happy.
Panel 4:
Close-up of the doorway. Nancy has grown even more suspicious.
NANCY: ...
NANCY: So where did you find the recipe?
SI: Oh! I...looked it up.
NANCY: We are digitally isolated to prevent quantum contamination. Where did you look it up?
SI: Uh, y’know...around…
NANCY: Si, are you using psychic abilities contrary to the laws of both god and man in order to cook?
Panel 5:
Si stands stock still, pursed lips, next to the boiling pot as Nancy has her arms crossed.
INTERFACE: Press X to add ginger.
Panel 6:
Same view. Si sprinkles ginger into the pot trying to look as innocent as possible.
INTERFACE: Press [X] to add ginger.
SI: Noooooooooo?
NANCY: C’mooon! We’ve talked about this!
Nancy enters the abandoned car repair shop, surrounded by detritus and a couple of blankets. Steam is wafting in from a lit room to the side.
NANCY: Si! The Masons are covering up a spate of attacks on the East End by manufactured clay-people!
NANCY: Any by “the Masons” I of course mean my step-dad!
NANCY: Condescending jerk-
Panel 2:
Closeup. Nancy scents the air - steam wafts up her nostrils.
NANCY (small): sniff sniff
NANCY: What’s that I smell?
SI (off-panel): Dhaba dal!
SI (off-panel): That I’m cooking! In a kitchen!
SI (off-panel): Cuz we got a kitchen now!
Panel 3:
In the lit, warm break room, Si is stirring a stove and having great fun. Nancy leans on a door frame, suspicious.
NANCY: What soylent swill are you poisoning me with?
SI: Nuffing poison ‘bout it! Me mĀta used to make it for us! Way better than them hummus wraps stuffed wif noodles y’been trying ta feed me.
NANCY: The “Ayatollah Chow-Meini” contains all your necessary nutritional needs and no Illuminati-certified additives. You expect me to trust a recipe your mother taught you?
SI: Pfft! Mum din’t teach me nuthin’, left when I was five. Din’t like finding out she was a beard to keep nĀnĪ happy.
Panel 4:
Close-up of the doorway. Nancy has grown even more suspicious.
NANCY: ...
NANCY: So where did you find the recipe?
SI: Oh! I...looked it up.
NANCY: We are digitally isolated to prevent quantum contamination. Where did you look it up?
SI: Uh, y’know...around…
NANCY: Si, are you using psychic abilities contrary to the laws of both god and man in order to cook?
Panel 5:
Si stands stock still, pursed lips, next to the boiling pot as Nancy has her arms crossed.
INTERFACE: Press X to add ginger.
Panel 6:
Same view. Si sprinkles ginger into the pot trying to look as innocent as possible.
INTERFACE: Press [X] to add ginger.
SI: Noooooooooo?
NANCY: C’mooon! We’ve talked about this!