Here’s a sample scene from issue 4 which we’re scripting right now.
R.A.I.Ch.E.L. stands next to Hank, who is sitting in a large antique chair. The line of religious nuts waiting to be blessed by Hank extends from the living room into the hallway. Hank has a shit-eating grin on his face. He makes a vague motion with his hand, mimicking what he assumes a blessing would look like.
HANK: Be-being worshiped as a god is tiring. Get me lemonade.
R.A.I.Ch.E.L.: I’m not your slave.
HANK: Yeah, but you are kind of my – my bodyguard right now.
R.A.I.Ch.E.L.: Right now, yes.
HANK: Well, my body is being attacked by thirst.