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Book (TBFGK)
Page by page (85)
Panel by panel (85:1)

Page Info [edit]

Turn Number:6 AW
Side's Turn:Night

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Panels: 13
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Panel 1

Low shot of Parson sitting at the desk, tired, his eyebook closed on the desk in front of him.[edit]
Parson Gotti: *sigh* Time for sleep, Bogroll. [edit]

Panel 2

Wide shot, Bogroll and Parson walking away from the desk across a bridge between two great pits filled with stalagmites. Through the windows we see the night sky.[edit]

Bogroll: Are you upset, Lord?

Parson Gotti: I'm just... thinking about a lot of big, heavy things.

Bogroll: Rocks?

Parson Gotti: Reality. Life.

Philosophical crap like that.

Panel 3

Bogroll gestures with his right hand and looks unsure what to make of Parson's statement.[edit]

Bogroll: I suppose I wouldn't know about such things.

But if you need some rocks moved, I can do that.

Panel 4

Bogroll follows Parson through a corridor.[edit]

Parson Gotti: What is life like for you, Bogroll?

Bogroll: A mystery, Lord.

Panel 5

Closeup of Parson and Bogroll in a tunnel, only their faces visible. Bogroll gestures with a hand.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Huh.

Me too.

Bogroll: But, not an unpleasant one.

Not since I came into your service.

Panel 6

Parson looks back over his shoulder as he opens his chamber door.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Really?

Bogroll: Indeed! I was the lowest henchman.

Now I serve the Chief Warlord!

What more could I want?

Panel 7

Inside Parson's orange-lit room, in front of his hamster-mouth door, Bogroll leans in to take off Parson's armor as Parson stands with his arms extended out.[edit]

Parson Gotti: Well... what more could you want?

Bogroll: Lord?

Panel 8

Closeup on Bogroll's hands pulling apart the front seam of the armor.[edit]

Parson Gotti: I'm asking.

If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?

Panel 9

Parson stretches, his back to Bogroll, who looks down at the armor, lost in thought.[edit]
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Panel 10

Backed by a warm yellow glow, resplendent in his Hamstard t-shirt, hands clasped behind his back, Bogroll stands straight with a hint of a smile.[edit]
Bogroll: To save your life, my Lord. [edit]

Panel 11

Parson stares at Bogroll in shock.[edit]
(There is no text in this panel.) [edit]

Panel 12

Parson walks silently off to his bed. Bogroll watches him go. A stuffed gwiffon looks down from the wall.[edit]
(There is no text in this panel.) [edit]

Panel 13

Parson lies in bed in the foreground, looking out of the corner of his eye. Bogroll looks over at him.[edit]

Bogroll: Was that wrong?

I almost said, "a strawberry cake..."

Parson Gotti: Good night, Bogroll.