Page Fifteen

6 panels plus a border

[1] An army barracks, full of large, hard-looking men in uniform, tho several have their shirt jackets off. Some tables with abandoned card games, beers, cigarettes, phones, etc. The men all stand at attention but are gaping in surprise at the open door. In the doorway, Jazinda struggles with her captors; bound, topless, and bloody, her (still human) face furious. The General stands to one side of the door gesturing towards Jazinda like Vanna White.

Par: [out of frame] …I’m listening.

Jen: [out of frame] You just said it, you don’t want “mousy” Jennifer. You want She-Hulk.

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[2] Same scene but closer on Jazinda, who struggles futilely, doubt creeping into her expression as the Soldiers rush to try get a piece of her. The General has turned and is leaving the room.

Jen: [out of frame] Big. Green. Powerful.

Jen: [out of frame] All sexy and muscled. Which you’re obviously into.

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[3] The General walks down a nondescript hallway, lighting a cigar. Behind him, more soldiers rush towards the barracks.

Jen: [out of frame] And I’m the only person who can give her to you.

Par: [out of frame] Does talking about yourself in the third person help?

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[4] The General has entered some kind of dungeon. An **** Hellcat hangs from the ceiling by her wrists in suspension cuffs. Her feet are bound together. Her gloves and boots have been removed, and are lying on a nearby table, but the rest of her costume is intact.

Jen: [out of frame] Let my friends go. Unharmed. Take these cuffs off.

Par: [out of frame] And?

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[5] The General leers at Hellcat while smoking and idly playing with one of her gloves and extending the claws. A high-tech pistol sits on the table.

Jen: [out of frame] …And I’ll agree to stay here with you. As She-Hulk.

Par: [out of frame] An intriguing proposition.

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[6] Close on Hellcat as the General holds her chin in one hand and blows cigar smoke in her face. Hellcat has woken up coughing. She stares at the General in shock and disgust, but not in fear.

Par: [out of frame] Hmmm…

Jen: [out of frame] I’ll sign whatever you want. Hell, I’ll even record a video saying I’ve agreed to stay and “make amends” for our “illegal invasion.”

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[Border] Across the bottom of the page is an illustrated border with a series of images showing Jazinda and the Soldiers – tearing off her clothes, kissing her, groping her, pouring beer over her naked breasts, that sort of thing. Her expression starts out defiant but begins to slip as things progress.