Princess Fluttershine, Part 11
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The Script For Today's Comic!
Still at Branchís house. Tom has regained control of himself, perhaps slicking back his hair in an attempt to be penitent, as he stands Ė figurative hat in hand Ė over the shrinking figure of poor, irritating Branch. This should be the big ďSay AnythingĒ moment where the character has an epiphany. Branch, on the other hand, does not change expression significantly while heís talking. She is completely unreadable, a Sphinx.
TOM: Look, IÖ didnít mean to yell.
TOM: But you donít have any long-term friends outside of Karla. All you have are these guys who listen to you to try and get into your pants while you blather on about Michael Crawford.
TOM: And they all leave you. Because youíre annoying.
TOM: But you keep hanging around with us, and I think youíre lonely. Itís hard to say because youíre a freak, butÖ
TOM: Maybe you canít just say things right.
TOM: So maybe we should do the campaign by email, where you wonít freeze up when I look at you. You can show me what Fluttershine does when Branch isnít nervous. And maybe thatíll help Branch a little.
TOM (gruffly embarrassed in the face of this monotone extravaganza that Branch has given H-I-M spells ďhimĒ): Thatís it.
(A small heart appears over Branchís head, connected by a little jaggie, as she clasps her hands together and smiles in actual radiantness. She is totally head-over-heels in love.)