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PANEL 1
SIRIUS IS FLOPPING BACKWARDS ONTO THE TABLE, FRUSTRATED ABOUT HOW LONG THIS IS TAKING AND FROM BEING IGNORED BY JAY. RIGEL IS STILL GIVING HIM A DEATH STARE IN THE BACKGROUND
Sirius: I'm taking a nap.

PANEL 2
SIRIUS IS LYING ON THE TABLE, HIS EYES CLOSED. THE PANEL IS DARK. NO DIALOGUE

PANEL 3
SAME SHOT, EXCEPT SIRIUS HAS ONE EYE OPEN, LOOKING IN RIGEL'S DIRECTION. HIS EXPRESSION IS STILL IRATE.
Rigel: ... Why would you say something like that?

PANEL 4
RIGEL IS HAS HIS ARMS CROSSED. HE LOOKS MUCH LESS LIKE HE WANTS TO HOP OFF THE TABLE AND MURDER SIRIUS NOW, BUT THERE IS STILL AN AIR OF RAGE TO HIS EXPRESSION. SIRIUS, EXCEPT FOR HIS HANDS FOLDED UPON HIS CHEST, IS OFF PANEL.
Sirius: ... Like what?
Rigel: Well, you called me a swear, for one.

PANEL 5
CLOSE UP ON SIRIUS' EXPRESSION. HE LOOKS INCREDULOUS, PROCESSING WHAT RIGEL JUST SAID. NO DIALOGUE.

PANEL 6
SIRIUS SITS BACK UP ABRUPTLY, SUPPORTING HIS WEIGHT WITH ONE ARM AND KEEPING HIS PILLOW CASE HAT ON WITH THE OTHER. HE'S STARING AT RIGEL IN DISBELIEF, WHILE RIGEL STARES BACK, ARMS STILL CROSSED, GLARING.
Sirius: Wait, are you kidding me?
Rigel: No. I'm not. You're lucky I can't get up.