Chapter 5 — Page 26
Nothing ruins a good war like empathy.
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PANEL ONE: Knob in foreground points to the approaching undead army down the road, amidst the trees and suburban homes.
KNOB: Stations, everyone! The goons are here!
PANEL 2: Looking over the top of the stone wall,Fernis inspects the army through binoculars. Fiona, and Fetch are next to him.
FIONA: What d’ya see, Fernis?
FERNIS: A big army, all right. A mixed lot, too.
PANEL 3: A close up on the approaching army. Fernis speaks off-panel, a word balloon over each type of soldier he identifies.
FERNIS: Elves … pixies … goblins … zombie humans … peasants … farmers …
PANEL 4: Fernis lowers his binoculars, looking surprised. Fiona looks concerned. Fetch is confused.
FERNIS: Huh.
FIONA: Yeah.
FETCH: What’s wrong?
PANEL 5: Fernis lowers his binoculars. Fiona looks sad. Fetch is shocked.
FERNIS: They’re just like us.
FIONA: We can’t fight them.
FETCH: What?!?
KNOB: Stations, everyone! The goons are here!
PANEL 2: Looking over the top of the stone wall,Fernis inspects the army through binoculars. Fiona, and Fetch are next to him.
FIONA: What d’ya see, Fernis?
FERNIS: A big army, all right. A mixed lot, too.
PANEL 3: A close up on the approaching army. Fernis speaks off-panel, a word balloon over each type of soldier he identifies.
FERNIS: Elves … pixies … goblins … zombie humans … peasants … farmers …
PANEL 4: Fernis lowers his binoculars, looking surprised. Fiona looks concerned. Fetch is confused.
FERNIS: Huh.
FIONA: Yeah.
FETCH: What’s wrong?
PANEL 5: Fernis lowers his binoculars. Fiona looks sad. Fetch is shocked.
FERNIS: They’re just like us.
FIONA: We can’t fight them.
FETCH: What?!?
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Guzzling beer leads to peaceful behavior? Huh.
I think we’re seeing the result of vodka-drinking this week, so maybe beer *is* what’s needed..?
Beer on its own? Probably not. Fetch had to imbue it with some love for one’s fellow undead.