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Panel 1: Peter Kepler in a blue shirt on the left, Naomi Atarah in lavender in the center. She's still on the sofa. It seems to have grown slightly again, but it's nowhere near as huge as it had been originally.

Peter:

Of course it did. It's all part of the plan, when was the last time the plan-

Naomi:

-Hold up, I've been saving a list for this exact topi<obscured by BING!>

MYM:

Peter; Dimensional gate detected within search parameters.

A cargo class gate is operational in a EE-DEE-VEE Inc. owned property.

Panel 2: Naomi

Naomi:

Peter! Can I go? I'll get Mium and!-

Panel 3: Peter

Peter:

Hold up, Naomi.

This might be more useful not smited-to-pieces.

Didn't you see the news? There is an eager new sheriff in town.

Panel 3: Naomi, looking stage right, concerned

Naomi:

Hmph. It's almost the start of the semester.

Panel 4: Peter, smug, despite being suddenly losing about half of his chest width, striding rapidly away from the sofa. He's still in the same room, but Naomi is way in the distance. The sofa has grown huge again, but as Naomi is standing on it, her torso is clearly visible over the top of its back.

Peter:

There will be plenty of smiting to do during the semester I'm sure.

But this seems like something well within the parameters of a Magic Security Branch.

Passing it along is just my duty as a good citizen...

Panel 5: Peter, from the side.

Peter:

... Don't you think?