The Boo-Ya! #4: Pages 13-14

Page 13, 7 Panels- "Goldmember," Moltrasio Italy Panel 1-2: Close-up on the figure a short time later, revealing that it is in fact the buyer himself, Conneskiz Tja'Brin. He's shirtless, revealing a mid-section that, at first glance, appears to be toned and in shape but in actuality is more jiggly and potato-y, like a middle-aged man. You can also see indentations around his forehead that are similar to Cardassians. In the next panel, a couple of seconds later, we see Conn reach up to grab a margarita handled by a beautiful human woman in a bikini, who has the tray lowered down considerably in order to accomodate her mightily short employer. CONNESKIZ [pleased, to the waitress; Panel 2]: Mmmm, thank you dear... Panel 3: Cut to a slightly pulled back shot of Conn in the same setting and layout as the previous panel. The water can be seen dripping off of the hardened wetsuit that he wore while inside the river as the woman walks off. But not before the short man, with the margarita in his right hand, hops up and gives the dark haired woman a firm slim in the butt. CONNESKIZ [Cont.]: A little extra, for your trouble! WOMAN [angry thought bubble, squeezing her fist in anger]: "Two more weeks! Two more long...fucking...weeks!" Panel 4-6: A three-part set of panels centered on the side, following the slimy alien dealer of everything as he walks over to the entrance of the ship, intermittently taking a drink at different points of his margarita as he speaks. There are two images of Conneskiz for each panel, showing the slow transformation from the wetsuit to a proper black tuxedo by the time we reach Panel 6. In the background, you can see the interior of the console through a window, showing a highly technologically advanced command station. M [to Conneskiz, from an unseen speaker system; Panel 4]: Your guests are set to arrive, Mr. Ja'Brin. And I just receieved an V-Mail from a Crontowin Waehll-Ace currently residing in Turin. It was in regards to the 15 Earth kilos worth of Martian Maovis-- CONNESKIZ [confused interjection, to M; Panel 4]: Wait--I did? M [correcting, Panel 5]: Yes, you promised hlerm during a raucous night of drinks two monats ago. Judging by the scan of your body when you arrived back onboard, I would say you were quite considerably "knackered" at the time, to use an Earth phrase. CONNESKIZ [chuckling, with a nod; Panel 5]: Right, right... CONNESKIZ [Cont., to M dismissively; Panel 6]: Tell hlerm I'll get leiis Maovis tomorrow. M [curious, Panel 6]: But you don't have 15 Earth kilos of Maovis onboard, or in storage, to give hlerm. CONNESKIZ [Panel 6, Bubble 2]: Of course not. Though with what I'm about to deal leiis way... Panel 7: Cut to a close-up of Conneskiz a few seconds later. He stops in such a way that the command center that we saw in the previous panel can be seen behind him in the background. There's a smug smile painted on his face as he lifts the 3/4-full margarita glass in hand, waiting for his guests to arrive. CONNESKIZ [Cont.]: I doubt highly leiis'l give a flark! Page 14, 6 Panels- "Goldmember," Moltrasio Italy Panel 1: Same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. A minute later, he looks over and widens his smug smile as the Madam and her crew arrive onboard, signified by the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor. Conneskiz raises his glass slightly toward them, addressing his guests. CONNESKIZ [to the Madam, enthusatically]: Madam! By the all-seeing Eye... Panel 2: Cut to a wider shot moments later, taking in both Conn and our three alien heroines (positioned similarly to what we saw of them a couple of pages ago) meeting one another. The Madam looks around at the ship, taking in the sights as her eyes return to normal. You can see behind them though Nessa holding back a laugh at the same moment at the sight of the diminuitve dealer. CONNESKIZ [Cont.]: It's an honor! THE MADAM [as if reading from a script, to Conneskiz]: Good to be here, Conn...nice ship you have here! Panel 3: Close-up on the Madam's face a second later. She looks down in the direction of Mr. Ja'Brin's face, noticing the unique design of his forehead at the same moment that the Killeman is examining the rest of the ship. You can see her casually wiping the eye that was irritated by the beam of light from the side of the yacht as she speaks. THE MADAM [Cont.]: Huh, didn't notice that stuff with your forehead. Panel 4: Back to a close-up shot of Conneskiz a second later. He looks up toward his forehead, casually pointing with his free hand to his forehead. The background behind him showcases a section of the front of the ship as well as the blue of the afternoon sky as he speaks. CONNESKIZ [casually]: Oh this? It's typical of the males from my home planet Albroccus. They're usually viewed as a measure of... Panel 5-6: Same setting/layout as the previous panel, as well as a similar background to what we saw in Panel 4. In Panel 5, we see Ja'Brin take a deep chug from the margarita glass for a little over a second. A short time later, in Panel 6, he lifts the glass from his lips and looks up seductively in the direction of the good captain. CONNESKIZ [pleased, Panel 5]: Ahhh.... CONNESKIZ [Cont., to the Madam; Panel 6]: Sexual potency.