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PANEL 1: THE EMPEROR stands glaring with his fists clenched at SEBASTIAN on the ground.
EMPEROR: But embezzlement for personal gain isn’t your style, Seb. Even as a kid, you NEVER cared about money.
SEBASTIAN: I…think…you broke…my…ribs. I can’t…breathe…

PANEL 2: Close up on THE EMPEROR, yelling.
EMPEROR: So I started looking into who you’ve been messaging with. Who you’ve been talking to. That money was going to SOMEBODY.

PANEL 3: THE EMPEROR faces away, arms wide open, as he explains his train of thought.
EMPEROR: But all your communiques have some weird encryption on them. Some kind of NYXIAN MATH. My best fillipods couldn’t crack it.

PANEL 4: Still facing away, THE EMPEROR points as he continues.
EMPEROR: The only thing they could decrypt were the destination geotags.

PANEL 5: THE EMPEROR turns around, angrily motioning.
EMPEROR: And what a rogues’ gallery THAT was! Paa’q! Las Hermantias! The Panopticon!

PANEL 6: THE EMPEROR crouches over a beat up SEBASTIAN, laying on the ground.
EMPEROR: So you’re gonna tell e right now who you’ve been talking to? What have you been planning?
SEBASTIAN: Please…just give me…a minute…to…breathe. We…can…talk this out…

PANEL 7: In silhouette, the EMPEROR turns his back. A giant TESSKAN stands next to him, and cracks his knuckles in preparation.
EMPEROR: This isn’t that kind of chat, Seb. (To the Tesskan) “Moderate.”

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PANEL 1: THE EMPEROR stands glaring with his fists clenched at SEBASTIAN on the ground.
EMPEROR: But embezzlement for personal gain isn’t your style, Seb. Even as a kid, you NEVER cared about money.
SEBASTIAN: I…think…you broke…my…ribs. I can’t…breathe…

PANEL 2: Close up on THE EMPEROR, yelling.
EMPEROR: So I started looking into who you’ve been messaging with. Who you’ve been talking to. That money was going to SOMEBODY.

PANEL 3: THE EMPEROR faces away, arms wide open, as he explains his train of thought.
EMPEROR: But all your communiques have some weird encryption on them. Some kind of NYXIAN MATH. My best fillipods couldn’t crack it.

PANEL 4: Still facing away, THE EMPEROR points as he continues.
EMPEROR: The only thing they could decrypt were the destination geotags.

PANEL 5: THE EMPEROR turns around, angrily motioning.
EMPEROR: And what a rogues’ gallery THAT was! Paa’q! Las Hermantias! The Panopticon!

PANEL 6: THE EMPEROR crouches over a beat up SEBASTIAN, laying on the ground.
EMPEROR: So you’re gonna tell e right now who you’ve been talking to? What have you been planning?
SEBASTIAN: Please…just give me…a minute…to…breathe. We…can…talk this out…

PANEL 7: In silhouette, the EMPEROR turns his back. A giant TESSKAN stands next to him, and cracks his knuckles in preparation.
EMPEROR: This isn’t that kind of chat, Seb. (To the Tesskan) “Moderate.”

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Want 5,000 more comics like this? Join us at Patreon.com/sheldoncomics for the *FULL* Sheldon archives, art giveaways, fun community, and more! Sheldon Comics copyright Dave Kellett. Colors by Beth Reidmiller
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