Panel 1: In Iz's hospital room, Iz has just dragged himself upright to hug Rose. He is now drooping.
Iz: I have to lie down.
Rose: Let me help.
Panel 2: Iz and Rose both lie on Iz's bed. Rose's hand lies on Iz's chest.
Iz: I'm very tired of being this weak.
Rose: That may be part of the reason I freaked out.
Panel 3:
Rose: You need some way to defend yourself. Like a taser or a ray gun or a butler or something.
Panel 4:
Iz: A butler?
Rose: A combat butler. They're totally a thing.
Alt-Text:
Combat Butler: The Musical. I claim this idea as my own.
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