All right, I’m excited about this chapter. This is the end of the beginning. We’re getting into the tasty, tasty meat of the story and our characters, and the art will be kicking up to eleven if I can handle it. Thanks for staying tuned.
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Captan T: When I accepted this contract for transport...I didn't expect the passengers would be quite so...seedy. I don't want no trouble, now.
Roger: You won't get any, Captain Thra-kleeklee --
Captain T: Trasisikikokleopolous.
Roger: Trasee-see-oklahopolis?
Captain T: Forget it. Stay out of our business and we'll stay out of yours. Just tell me where you're headed.
Jacob: Take me out to deep --
Girii: London! I've always wanted to see London. We can drop Jacob safely off there, cause he's a genocide man. There's where you and the other Genocide men live, isn't it, Jacob?
Jacob: (sigh) Yes, when I'm not in hell.
Roger: You won't get any, Captain Thra-kleeklee --
Captain T: Trasisikikokleopolous.
Roger: Trasee-see-oklahopolis?
Captain T: Forget it. Stay out of our business and we'll stay out of yours. Just tell me where you're headed.
Jacob: Take me out to deep --
Girii: London! I've always wanted to see London. We can drop Jacob safely off there, cause he's a genocide man. There's where you and the other Genocide men live, isn't it, Jacob?
Jacob: (sigh) Yes, when I'm not in hell.
