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Transcript
Panel 1:
Supreme Advisor: No, no... I won't put up a fuss over a plasma leak.
However conveniently timed it may be.
And our sensors have confirmed your issue.
I expect it will be resolved soon, yes?
Panel 2:
Grayson Talbot: Absolutely. We'll be out of your hair before you know it!
We'll be in touch?
Supreme Advisor: Very good. Signing off.
Panel 3:
Supreme Advisor: Well, that went better than I expected! And we're so glad that you've committed to your stay here.
Natashia Starrat: Oh, I'm sure it will be delightful.
Panel 4:
Supreme Advisor: Quite. Now... I feel that some sort of public appearance would be wise next.
Perhaps a tour of the spice fields. Or a parade? Hm.
Pavembril (whisper): My queen... might we speak in private for a moment?
Panel 5:
Natashia: While you're considering that, could you excuse me a moment? I think it's time I slipped into something, um, LESS comfortable.
Probably would be better for your photo op.
Supreme Advisor: Ah, yes. Of course. Your servants will aid you with such needs.
I'll send the Prince to fetch you shortly.
Natashia: My thanks.
Panel 6:
Prince: Is there anything I can do in the meantime?
Natashia: Well, um...
Why don't you help the supreme advisor think of a good photo?
Prince: Oh yeah! I'll do that!
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