Rock The Vouhhhnn!, Chapter 1: Part 3.2

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Panel 1: Back to Madison in the same setting/layout as Panel 4 of the previous page. She lets out a brief chuckle and grins around the tail end of the statement.

MADISON

Would be nice to use my Aspiepowers to make a right winger's brain explode...​

Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few beats after the laughter subsides, she shifts toward a moment of introspection toward the rest of his offer.

MADISON

(Cont.)

Look, I don't doubt that I can be better than those creeps. But- I feel I'm better utilized behind the scenes, like a campaign manager. Especially after the Debate Club incident in high school.

Panel 3: Cut to a similar portrait like piece of art showing a teenaged Madison blanking out in the middle of the stage; her face beet-red, and her eyes gazing out to the end of the auditorium as if locked in a meltdown.

Panel 4: Back to Madison in the same setting/layout as Panel 5. Her body language slumps down slightly as the monologue trails toward more self-doubt.

MADISON

The best chance I have at that is finding a stiff in a Z-Farm and dress 'em up as the candidate. And by best, I mean only chance at this point.

Panel 5: James grins at the last part of Madison's statement, as if she had said the proverbial secret word; the layout of the panel widening to show the slightest of movements in his arms compared to when we last saw them in the previous page.

JAMES

I could actually help ya out there. I know the manager of the Z-Farm in Greendale.

Panel 6: We jump to a few days later at the parking lot to the Z-Farm outside Greendale. The lot- the part visible in the lower part of the panel view- is just under half-full. You can see the hood of a Toyota 4-door sedan pulling in from the street to the lot at this point.

Caption: (from James) "She's one of my biggest donors...and a hell of a Weightlifter."

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Panel 1: Action shot of Madison stepping out of the car a few minutes later, carrying a big hobo purse over her right shoulder.

Panel 2: We move to another action shot a few moments later as the car drives away back out to the street. You can see a shudder of disgust connected to the ride that was.

MADISON

(thought bubble)

Few times I wish the zombies won...that was one of them!​

Panel 3: Cut to a shot of the farm's lobby a minute later. Madison is checking out the area, spying with an upturned eyebrow a zombie being wheeled out in a cage by a tall guy dressed in farmer plaid.

Panel 4: A few moments later, she approaches the front desk glancing over at the unseen receptionist at this point. In the background, you can see a smattering of workers and other customers entering/leaving the building.

MADISON

(to the secretary)

Hi. We talked on the phone yesterday. I was--

Panel 5: Cut to the receptionist on the other side of the conversation- a short lime green haired girl named BOBBI wearing a Women of Neverwhere tanktop. She glances up at Madison's direction; her hands hovering just above the keyboard.

BOBBI

(interjecting, to Madison)

The low-level Democrat flunky? Yeah, I remember you. I'll let Ms. Parayko know you're here.