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This is a preview of: Phoebus Krumm

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PANEL ONE (upper lefthand quarter of page)

Krumm and Demondion-Echeverria stand inside the bottom of the mesh
cage that's immersed in liquid fluorocarbon. Their naughty bits are
covered by a structural element across the cage. They hold onto
handstraps, and their feet are in something resembling open-toed ski
boots, which nearly naked girls are kneeling to fasten.

Krumm: 'When Lia's finest first-rater arrived -- too late -- to aid
us, I seized it, caught the pirate up and rammed her, shattering both
vessels. My crew and I were six weeks in boats before we were picked
up by a murchanman.'

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PANEL TWO (upper righthand quarter of page)

Two-shot, closeup.

Demondion-Echeverria: 'You do not dally, my dear Phoebus, over
decisions.'

Krumm: 'A habit from my sailing days.'

Demondion-Echeverria: 'I believe I hate this part worse than the first
breath of liguid!'

Krumm: 'It was your idea, Frantisek, not mine!'

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PANEL THREE (lower half of page)

A sort of montage, or triple exposure. Viewpoint is from the
surface beside the pool. Maytag stands by at attention to the left.
Two girls -- clad for the surface in their _Story of O_ dresses --
stand either side of the pool, holding clothing for both men.

In one 'exposure', the cage begins on the left to rise and turn
upside-down on some kind of track of curving pipes. This image catches
the process at its start, while the mens' heads are still submerged.
There should be a lot of energy to this whole panel.

The middle 'exposure' shows the cage, and the men, nearly
horizontal, travelling to the right.

The third shows it upright and at the opposite end of the pool it
began on, its floor even with the floor of the room. The two men are
upside-down, coughing the liquid out of their lungs, to the impassive
regard of the servants.

SFX: '_WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!'

SFX (the men): 'Hack! Cough! Ptoooie!'