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Parson is striking a pose with one arm extended and the other bent at the elbow and raised. Stanley stares at him, looking bemused.|||
Parson Gotti: Nothing, you just sounded like whatsisname from Princess Bride. "Stop saying that!" |||
Stanley marches determinedly between lines of his infantry units, waving a hand at Parson, who is behind him, still partially striking the pose.|||
Parson is grinning and shrugging. Stanley is in front of him, facing away from him and looking irritated.|||
Parson Gotti: I mean you actually have war in turns.
And nobody fights at night?
Everything's so polite and ...precious.
Stanley the Tool: Why, how do you do it?
Parson is seen from the chest down, one hand on his belly. Stanley stares at him with an uncertain expression.|||
Parson Gotti: Nothing. That was funny. For... Oh, man. For reasons I'd find hard to explain, Your Toolship.
Sound: THUB THUB THUB THUB
Parson Gotti: Am I allowed to laugh when I feel like it?
Stanley the Tool: You're very strange.
A view from overhead showing a multitude of units lined up in neat squares. Stanley and Parson are just visible in the path between the formations. Something is kicking up the dirt on the path.|||
Sound: THUB THUB THUB THUB SCREEECH |||
The same overhead view of the review formations from two panels back. Now, Stanley, Parson, and Bogroll are standing in the path between the formations.|||
Sound: *wink* *blink* *blink* |||
Stanley points over his shoulder at Bogroll, who is still standing and saluting in the background.|||