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Turn Number:7 AW
Side's Turn:Gobwin Knob

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Panels: 11
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Panel 1

Sir Webinar stands at the field conference table, just around the corner from Prince Ansom. Ansom holds his left hand up to his face while waving his right toward Webinar in a "wait" gesture.[edit]

Sir Webinar: Highness, convention dictates that we first secure the city walls...

Prince Ansom: Bide.
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Panel 2

Parson's face is rendered as a pale blue Thinkagram image.[1] He smiles slightly as he addresses Ansom.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Hi.

I'm Parson, the Chief Warlord of Gobwin Knob.

You're my enemy, Ansom, right?
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Panel 3

Maggie is seen from behind as she holds her hands in front of her face, forming a rectangular "frame" with her thumbs and index fingers. In front of Maggie's hands is a pale blue Thinkagram image of Ansom. Parson looks down toward Ansom's image.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Prince Ansom. Chief Warlord and heir to the throne of Jetstone.

Parson Gotti: Ah.

Prince Ansom: Do you not even have a title?
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Panel 4

Ansom looks annoyed as he continues the conversation.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Parson...?

Parson Gotti: Lord Hamster.

But I think titles are kinda lame, don't you?
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Panel 5

Parson is seen from below. His hand is on his hip, and he has a determined expression on his face.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Well, I suppose that you would feel differently if yours had any meaning.[2]

Parson Gotti: Oh riiight.

The royalty thing!
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Panel 6

Ansom's Thinkagram image scowls at Parson. Behind the image, Maggie continues to form a finger frame in front of her face.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Are you calling to discuss--

Parson Gotti: It's obsolete, y'know?

Prince Ansom: What?

Parson Gotti: Royalty.

Prince Ansom: I beg your pardon!
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Panel 7

Parson grins and waggles his finger at Ansom's Thinkagram image. The image frowns back at him, arms crossed.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Royalty... is obsolete.

Prince Ansom: Royalty... Is a direct mandate to rule. From the Titans themselves!

Parson Gotti: Yeah not 'nymore.
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Panel 8

Ansom stands up, shaking his fist and ranting. Sir Webinar, Jillian, and Hobbittm Warlord stare in shock at the outburst. Vinny turns away from the embarrassing spectacle.[edit]

Prince Ansom: Listen, Lord Hamster.

I am directly descended from those whom the Titans chose to rule.

I am stronger, smarter, and more morally fit than those of a lesser station.

Vinny Doombats: Oof.

Prince Ansom: It is my privilege, and my burden, to lead both man and beast!

By what right do you lead?
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Panel 9

Ansom is worked up to a literal sputtering rage, flecks of spittle flying from his lips as he shouts in fury.[edit]

Parson Gotti: I work for a Tool.

Prince Ansom: You work... for Stanley the Worm!
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Panel 10

Parson stands with his arms folded, grinning smugly.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Right. The guy the Titans chose to lead. 'member the hammer? He is a "Tool of the Titans."

That's higher than Royalty, dude. Stanley is your superior.
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Panel 11

The scene shifts to Stanley's "veiled" dwagon as he angrily shouts at his Foolamancer while throttling him.[edit]

Foolamancer: Gluck!

Stanley the Tool: What... is... the matter with you?!

Foolamancer: Gurk.
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