Strip 646 -- First Seen: 2011-02-28
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Wide panel. Babbette and Reggie stand facing a large facade that looks like a fancy theme-park carnival-ride entrance, and in fact it is a carnival ride without the theme park. A large sign proclaims, 'The Martian Meteor! The tallest, longest and fastest roller-coaster in the known Universe!' A few other people mill about, a few walking into the entrance.
Babbette: We didn't have to do this right away, Reggie.
Reggie: Ah, but I insist.
Reggie (thought): Before I lose my nerve.

Panel 2
An attendant helps Reggie and Babbette strap into the front seat of a pressurized, streamlined capsule (or will be pressurized when the overhead transparent domes are closed). There are two rows of seats behind them with other passengers also strapping in.
Reggie: Are you sure you want the front car?
Babbette: This time I insist.

Panel 3
The domes closed, Babbette and Reggie prepare to commence the ride in different ways. Reggie, pale, and sweating, clutches the safety bar in front of them in a death-grip. Babbette grins broadly and holds her arms over her head in the classic “look Ma, no hands” pose.
Babbette: Let's go!