Chapter 8 – Page 043
Well lookie them, finishing each other’s sandwiches.
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↓ Transcript
Panel 1 (wide):
Carol steps forward with arms outstretched, hair flaring, while Lewis looks on with curiosity.
LEWIS: Hold up, if you hadn’t created me in a fit of panic, what would you have done?
CAROL: Recruited some flunky, probably.
CAROL: And some days I wish I had.
LEWIS: With your winning personality?
CAROL: Nine-tenths of charisma is acting like you’re the one in charge, detective. You know how hard it is to rope half of Year Seven into a UNICEF charity concert?
LEWIS: Right, right, you’ve been training since secondary school to be world empress, I get it.
MERGES INTO PANEL 2
Panel 2 (wide):
Panning down to the roof of a Glasgow tenement, Nancy and Si make their way to a perch.
LEWIS (box): ‘What I still don’t get is how Brilligan fits into all this.’
SI: Y’know, wot I dun’t get, if Alice got London all locked up, woss she still need us for?
LEWIS (box): ‘Revenge, yeah, obviously, but in all the ways that matter you already got revenge the moment you took over the city she was protecting.’
SI: She got inta this beef wif Chani once ‘bout a Demon Slayer plushie she borrowed and never gave back. Scored a weekend at a trade fair where she nabbed a collector’s plushie that ain’t even imported yet. Destroyed her psychomologically, and that were the end of it. She won.
Panel 3:
Nancy plants her instrument into the roof and starts hitting buttons.
CAROL (box): ‘She still has something of mine, detective.’
NANCY (off-panel): We must still have something she needs.
Panel 4:
Nancy thrusts her antenna up to the heavens.
CAROL (box): ‘And I’m going to corner someone who can help me find it.’
NANCY (off-panel): And I’m going to find out what that is.
Carol steps forward with arms outstretched, hair flaring, while Lewis looks on with curiosity.
LEWIS: Hold up, if you hadn’t created me in a fit of panic, what would you have done?
CAROL: Recruited some flunky, probably.
CAROL: And some days I wish I had.
LEWIS: With your winning personality?
CAROL: Nine-tenths of charisma is acting like you’re the one in charge, detective. You know how hard it is to rope half of Year Seven into a UNICEF charity concert?
LEWIS: Right, right, you’ve been training since secondary school to be world empress, I get it.
MERGES INTO PANEL 2
Panel 2 (wide):
Panning down to the roof of a Glasgow tenement, Nancy and Si make their way to a perch.
LEWIS (box): ‘What I still don’t get is how Brilligan fits into all this.’
SI: Y’know, wot I dun’t get, if Alice got London all locked up, woss she still need us for?
LEWIS (box): ‘Revenge, yeah, obviously, but in all the ways that matter you already got revenge the moment you took over the city she was protecting.’
SI: She got inta this beef wif Chani once ‘bout a Demon Slayer plushie she borrowed and never gave back. Scored a weekend at a trade fair where she nabbed a collector’s plushie that ain’t even imported yet. Destroyed her psychomologically, and that were the end of it. She won.
Panel 3:
Nancy plants her instrument into the roof and starts hitting buttons.
CAROL (box): ‘She still has something of mine, detective.’
NANCY (off-panel): We must still have something she needs.
Panel 4:
Nancy thrusts her antenna up to the heavens.
CAROL (box): ‘And I’m going to corner someone who can help me find it.’
NANCY (off-panel): And I’m going to find out what that is.