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A close view from behind and to the right of the Thinkagram image of Jack Snipe, with a clearly annoyed Parson Gotti speaking to him. Visible over Parson's right shoulder is a pillar with a golden dwagon entwined around it.|||
In the foreground, Jack Snipe waves his eight-ball cane right and left, as translucent white clouds cover his jacket. Out beyond, clouds cover the assembled dwagons one by one. Seemingly nested in one of the clouds, the translucent blue thinkagram of Parson Gotti gestures as it speaks.|||
Jack Snipe: Indeed. As a sane man, you are badly outnumbered again, my good Lord.
Perhaps you should defect, and join us all.
Parson Gotti holds his chin in his left hand, his right arm held across his body. Maggie holds her fingers up, transmitting Parson while simultaneously projecting a tiny blue translucent bust of Jack Snipe.|||
A throng of Jetstone infantry crowd a Spacerock street, looking up at the squadron of dwagons and archons (and suspiciously dwagon-like clouds in their center) overhead.|||
Jack Snipe: They will offer you some perfunctory, unacceptable surrender terms.
When you refuse, they will feel justified in shooting us all down.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Like what terms?
Shrouded in misty cloud, Jack Snipe raises one eyebrow to its very summit, mouth open.|||
The baffled Jack Snipe leans back, holding both arms out to his sides, and smiles.|||