Strip 617 -- First Seen: 2011-01-18
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Not-Safe.Space Kickstarter!

UPDATE to the UPDATE: The problem has been solved, all rewards are now available. I've extended the campaign an extra day, to April 21. Thanks for bearing with me!

UPDATE: There has been some strange glitch in the Kickstarter launch, so Scott is cancelling the campaign temporarily and will re-start as soon the cause of the problem can be determined and corrected.

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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Reggie and Babbette in the large, round master bed, covers pulled up to their naked shoulders, enjoying the post-coital glow. The enormous bed almost seems to swallow them up.
Babbette: So this had been Admiral Harris' quarters previously?
Reggie: Yep. It was already luxurious, since rank doth have its privileges. But with the upgrade we made it positively palatial.

Panel 2
Now the two of them are in dressing gowns, at the mini-galley. Babbette is perched on a stool as Reggie prepares some cocktails for both of them.
Babbette: Do you ever rent this suite out? How much do you get for it?
Reggie: A king's ransom, of course.

Panel 3
Wide panel: Babbette and Reggie, now fully clothed, stroll down a broad corridor, touring the ship. Carpeting is plush, the ceiling is decorated, and along the far wall we see entrances to a fancy gift shop, a restaurant, and glass walls affording a view of a half-Olympic-sized swimming pool.
(The ship is now under acceleration, most likely at about one-third gee. So their walking would be more like walking on Earth than on Ceres, but they'd still be leaning slightly forward.)
Babbette: Hard to believe this was once a warship, a dealer of death.
Reggie: We have transformed evil into good. Let's go back to our suite and celebrate it.