Chapter 8 – Page 087
“Hey Ross, maybe you should cut down on the real-world brands so you’ve less risk of getting sued” oh yeah, how about I cram in MORE real-world brands and put myself at GREATER risk of being sued, huh?
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Panel 1 (wide):
It’s night. Yeomanry helicopters buzz the Lanarkshire countryside, bathing roads in searchlights. An out-of-town retail park is dark and unoccupied. A tiny shape passes under the shadow of the store signs, including Sports Direct, Currys and Screwfix.
Panel 2:
A hooded silhouette clambers through a high window into the retail park’s main reception.
SI (box): C’mon, one toehold after another, you’ve done this a thousand times.
NANCY (box): Yes, by pressing a quicktime button in your head. Now you’ve got to coordinate your muscles like the rest of us mortals.
Panel 3:
A hand grips a shelf in the Sports Direct, pain shooting through the fingers.
SI (box): You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
NANCY (box): I’m manic, wracked with grief, in considerable agony and terrified I’m losing my mind. You?
SI (box): Oh.
SI (box): Okay, I see what’s going on here.
Panel 4:
The silhouette snatches a pair of fur-lined strapped gloves from a rack.
NANCY (box): Do you? Actually? You’d seen lifelines merging and splitting all the time when conducting your violin solos and never clocked what they were.
SI (box): Well I know what they are now. And I know that without a physical conduit, a forced lifeline merger is dangerously unstable.
SI (box): I should be a puddle of goo right now!
Panel 5:
The silhouette continues staggering through the aisles, gripping her head.
NANCY (box): Boy, the things I could’ve done with your ability to see the firmament…
SI (box): It would’ve consumed you! The temptation for abuse woulda been too great-!
NANCY (box): Wait.
SI (box): You’re making the point I usually make…
NANCY (box): And you’re making the point you don’t usuall-
It’s night. Yeomanry helicopters buzz the Lanarkshire countryside, bathing roads in searchlights. An out-of-town retail park is dark and unoccupied. A tiny shape passes under the shadow of the store signs, including Sports Direct, Currys and Screwfix.
Panel 2:
A hooded silhouette clambers through a high window into the retail park’s main reception.
SI (box): C’mon, one toehold after another, you’ve done this a thousand times.
NANCY (box): Yes, by pressing a quicktime button in your head. Now you’ve got to coordinate your muscles like the rest of us mortals.
Panel 3:
A hand grips a shelf in the Sports Direct, pain shooting through the fingers.
SI (box): You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?
NANCY (box): I’m manic, wracked with grief, in considerable agony and terrified I’m losing my mind. You?
SI (box): Oh.
SI (box): Okay, I see what’s going on here.
Panel 4:
The silhouette snatches a pair of fur-lined strapped gloves from a rack.
NANCY (box): Do you? Actually? You’d seen lifelines merging and splitting all the time when conducting your violin solos and never clocked what they were.
SI (box): Well I know what they are now. And I know that without a physical conduit, a forced lifeline merger is dangerously unstable.
SI (box): I should be a puddle of goo right now!
Panel 5:
The silhouette continues staggering through the aisles, gripping her head.
NANCY (box): Boy, the things I could’ve done with your ability to see the firmament…
SI (box): It would’ve consumed you! The temptation for abuse woulda been too great-!
NANCY (box): Wait.
SI (box): You’re making the point I usually make…
NANCY (box): And you’re making the point you don’t usuall-