Strip 150 -- First Seen: 2009-04-10
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Reggie and Guy are walking down a corridor, approaching a closed door. It has a techy-looking key-lock on the right side of the door frame. Regie has the pocket nuke in his left hand, holding it something like a football.
Reggie: Look Guy, a big part of the reason people have died and we find ourselves in this mess, is my fault.
Medium close-up of Reggie and Guy at the closed door. Reggie is sliding a card into the lock (something like contemporary hotel card-keys). Guy is looking a bit offended by Reggie's remark here.
Reggie: I'm the joker who came up with the whole King-of-Ceres charade.
Two-shot of Reggie and Guy at the now open doorway. Reggie is grinning at Guy and giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Guy looks like he's not sure whether to grin back or take offense.
Reggie: Maybe we just should have thrown you out the airlock.
Through the doorway, the two stand in what is clearly a storage room. Small boxes on shelves, larger boxes stacked on the floor. There are various odd objects stacked around: a set of golf clubs, an ancient LCD monitor (about 22” diagonal), a Macintosh SE, a SCUBA tank – the accumulations of a very long lifetime. Don't have to show everything in the first frame. Reggie is standing next to an area where several bagged suits are hanging – it's dark so we don't see them clearly at this point.
Reggie: Anyway, I didn't say 'shoot,' I said, 'deliver.'
Reggie (2): I used to mass a few kilos more than I do now ...
Reggie is holding up something he pulled from the rack – an environment suit (without the helmet).
Reggie: This old environment suit is a bit baggy on me.
Reggie: If I strap the nuke to my abdomen, it won't even be noticed.
Looking over Reggie's shoulder at Guy, who is horrified to figure out what Reggie is planning.
Guy: Oh, NO Reginald! There has to be a better way.
Reggie: And that better way is –?
Medium close-up of Guy, struggling to come up with an answer.
Guy: I don't know – I …
Guy (2): I don't want to have to find another boss!
Two shot of Guy and Reggie, both looking at one another. Reggie has the nuke in his left hand and the suit draped over his right arm. They're grinning at Guy's joke, just the same there is sadness in their eyes.