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Book (TBFGK)
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Turn Number:5 AW
Side's Turn:Royal Crown Coalition

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Panels: 7
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Panel 1

Ansom and Vinny Doombats sit at a campfire, as some meat (inexplicably) roasts on a spit. Ansom's arms are folded, rested on his knees, and he looks thoughtful as he rests his chin on his arms. Vinny leans back on his arms, looking over his right shoulder at Ansom.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Webinar's a good man.

He may be correct.

Vinny Doombats: Yeah, well, fergive me. But where most of you Jetstones've got a stick lodged, that one's got a whole Gump.

Ditching him might not mean she betrayed us.
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Panel 2

Bird's eye view of Ansom and Vinny Doombats sitting by their campfire, helmet and Top Hat laying to the left of each. Ansom's Carpet rests a few feet behind him.[edit]

Prince Ansom: But her repeated captures and escapes... her free ranging missions.

I didn't want to believe it, but it does seem likely.
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Panel 3

Close shot. Vinny's head is visible, looking up to the sky, thoughtful, as is Ansom's face, bemused, in the foreground, looking forward.[edit]

Vinny Doombats: Well, I dunno if she turned on us or not. But I do have this feeling... like maybe our part in the Titans' great story is comin' to an end soon.

Prince Ansom: I never took you for a religious man, Vinny.

Vinny Doombats: Seems the time for it.
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Panel 4

In the foreground, Vinny Doombats looks thoughtful.

Behind him, Ansom puts a hand to his head and grimaces as he receives a Thinkagram.
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Vinny Doombats: I ain't got a lotta patience fer quotin Scripture, but I do believe the Titans have a plan.

I think we're all-

Prince Ansom: Just a moment, Vinny.
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Panel 5

Out of focus, greyscale twoshot of Jillian Zamussles on her Gwiffon.[edit]

Jillian Zamussels: Now?

*hem*

My dear stuffy, insufferable Prince.
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Panel 6

The picture becomes clearer and colored. Jillian's arms are folded over her Gwiffon's head. Several Dwagons are visible flying behind her.[edit]

Jillian Zamussels: You may have quietly suspected that I am a traitor.

Your man Webinar suspected it loudly.

I wonder if you ever understood me.
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Panel 7

Large panel. Most of the center of the panel is framed by Jaclyn's fingers, director-style, and blue mancy-energies crackle between them, capturing the scene for the Thinkagram. Inside the "shot" are Jillian on her Gwiffon, and about a dozen wounded Dwagons. To the left of Jaclyn's "camera" shot, the blonde archon, arms folded, and the short-haired archon, hands on hips, look on disapprovingly. Also outside the shot are a few more dwagons, including a pink one bearing a Warlord, presumably Phat-Singh.[edit]

Jillian Zamussels: I'm free, Prince. You're a slave to duty, to your Kingdom, to your... ideals, such as they are.

But I'm a Barbarian!

I can roam... I can explore...

I'm free to make friends or enemies or lovers of whoever I please.

To you that means I'm just a mercenary. You think I joined you for the Shmuckers. Psh.

I'm in this fight for the same two reasons you are, you ridiculous popinjay.

One, because I hate Stanley.

I might not have wanted the Kingdom he cost me, but it was mine.

And two?

Because I love Prince Ansom of Jetstone.

May the Titans help me.

I'll see you after I croak some dwagons.
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