Issue 11, Page 4
Transcript
1: Upstairs, in Ikal’s office, the little bird happily eats a bowl of seeds and dried fruit, sitting on the floor. Ikal hangs his hat onto a rack near the door. The shades are drawn, making the room dim.
Ikal: Tucker, was it? Now… apparently, you were hopin’ to talk with me, that right, lil’ feller?
Tucker: Uh huh! Um, yes sir.
2: Ikal leans on his desk, looking evenly.
Ikal: Does this have anythin’ to do with you returnin’ my poncho?
3: Tucker looks shocked, mouth full of food, and looking away.
Ikal (off-screen): I’d know my hand-wove, one of a kind poncho anywhere, I had it since before I was knee high to you even. So where’d you find it?
Tucker: Um… I… stole it?
Ikal (off-screen): You stole it. From who?
4: Smiling, sly Ikal quips.
Ikal: It weren’t from a bunch of skeersome, alien bug people, were it?
5: Tucker looks up, pretty surprised at Ikal.
Ikal: C’mon now, kid, you’re safe in here. Stop pretendin’ to be a bird and let’s acknowledge the corn here.
Tucker: Aw sheesh… okay.
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