Strip 968 -- First Seen: 2012-06-01
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Establishing shot of Marsha Plotner's living room, with six other 'Mascon' types who comprise her 'ad hoc committee.'
Mascon #1: And with Aqua-Nu's pledge, now all the Vestan water suppliers are guaranteeing magnesium-free water.
Marsha: Well, we took care of that problem for now ...
Panel 2
Medium close-up of Marsha, pointing an index finger skyward.
Marsha: But who's going to keep those cappies in line?
Marsha: What's to stop them from adding that magnesium right back in, when we turn our backs?

Panel 3
The Mascons chatter excitedly with one another.
Mascon #1: Give 'em an inch ...
Mascon #3: What we need is a permanent committee ...
Mascon #4: Yeah, the Permanent Committee for Pure Water.
Mascon #5: And Food.
Mascon #6: And Drugs.

Panel 4
Small panel, close-up on Marsha, smiling.
Marsha: Because you can't be too careful.

Panel 5
Cut to: inside a cafe (should look obviously different from the Water Bros. cafe on Ceres); in the foreground left, we see a disheveled-looking man (he should look shabby, but NOT dirty) next to a busing cart, eating some food from one of the plates he's picking up from the table. In the background right, we can see two 'Mascon' types having their lunch at another table, noticing the man with some alarm.
Mascon #2: What in heaven's name ...

Panel 6
Medium shot of the two Mascon-types at the other table. They've flagged over a waiter, who is speaking to them.
Waiter: Oh, that's the Old Hobo.
Waiter: Nobody knows his real name, but he helps out the various cafes and restaurants here, busing tables in exchange for leftovers.
Panel 7
The waiter smiles, thinking he's settled the matter, but the Mascons look highly indignant.
Waiter: It's symbiosis.