Finally, the fifth page. The universe seemed to be conspiring to stop this page ever being completed (I figure if you are going to have a conspiracy theory you may as well make something big the conspirator). Illnesses in the family, a dental procedure, poor lighting, and prickly rose thorns. But we got there.
The last page will be posted tomorrow ... universe willing.
Page FIVE
5/1
I'm sorry I ever doubted you, my tall friend.
No offense take, my short companion.
5/2
They sneak ...
5/3
They place ...
5/4
Knox pours ...
5/5
The plant grows ...
5/6
Knox has the headband on ...
(roar)
You'll notice I ignored the script. But hey, if I can't who can?
Concluded tomorrow ...
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