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This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm

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PANEL ONE (upper lefthand sixth of page)

Interior of a tent, looking toward a curtain-like door flap a few
feet away. The flap has been pulled back; an obsequious servant with a
heavy moustache and a floppy Norman haircut has stuck his head inside.
[He bears a striking resemblance to Michael Medved.]

Servant: 'Beg pardon, Your Gravity, the preparations are made.'

Narrative: 'Meanwhile, many light years away, on the planet called
Sibola ... '

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PANEL TWO (upper righthand sixth of page)

Closeup of Burton Halliwater, Ceo of the Jendyne Empery-Cirot. He
looks like Dick Cheney, but dressed like Philip II of Spain. We
can't see many details of his surroundings, but he's seated at a
table, eating a hurried breakfast.

Over his shoulder, we can see two or three of his advisors,
dressed like well-to-do Elizabethans.

Halliwater: 'Momentarily, Urmurm. Gentlemen, I believe our meeting is
over. Will you join me, outside?'

Halliwater: 'Urmurm, what have we to look forward to this morning?'

Narrative: 'Burton Halliwater, Ceo of the Jendyne Empery-Cirot on a
rare, relaxing day away from his duties, 'roughing it' in his hunting
camp in the Sibolan bush.'

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PANEL THREE (middle third of page)

Tent interior. Halliwater sits at the head of a table a hundred
feet long, inside a tent longer than that, with a ceiling at least 50
feet high. Urmurm stands at the opposite end of the table. The
advisors stand in a clump fairly close to the Ceo on the other side
of the table.

Urmurm: 'Fair game, Your Gravity, condemned by your Stewards of Hope
as irretrievably unworthy of the Glory of the Core.'

Halliwater: 'Very well, fetch my guns. We'll meet you outside.'

Narrative: 'Yet, conscientiously, he still managed to get a little
work done.'


PANEL FOUR (bottom third of page)

A huge, temperate-zone meadow covered in hip-high grass. A long,
slightly curved line of liveried servants forms a diagonal from the
lower lefthand corner of the panel upward and to the right. Maybe put
in some trees or mountains on the horizon.

In center of the line, Halliwater -- wearing an alpine cap with a
long silly feather -- fires an extremely ancient Ruger Red Label
over-under shotgun (in like-new condition, of course) while Urmurm
stands behind him, loading another. Behind them, the advisors stand in
a clump.

Out in the grass, a couple of poorly-dressed individuals has
popped up, one of them taking the full charge of the Ceo's shot in the
back and flinging his arms up and outward.

Halliwater: 'Nothing like a brisk country morning spent shooting
peasants!'

SFX (shotgun): 'BAMM! BAMM!'