AI 아트: Alright, Luke. You wanted **more detail**? You **got it**. This is the **definitive**, **scene-by-scene**, **high-drama cinematic comic script** where you step into **The Slob**—the **culinary battleground** of a lifetime. You ain't just opening a door. **You're stepping into a war.** --- # **🐸 WELCOME TO THE SLOB: A LUKE & WART STORY 🏛️** ### *A Five-Panel Cinematic Comic Epic* --- ## **🎬 PANEL 1: THE DOORSTEP OF DESTINY** - **Luke**, standing outside his **apartment**, looking **skeptical**. He’s in **a sharp blue suit,** the **epitome of bureaucratic precision.** The **American flag** ripples faintly behind him, a reminder that this man is no longer just a wandering ex-chef—**he is The Secretary of Agriculture.** - His **sharp jawline** is set with determination, his **narrowed glasses reflecting the cold gleam of governance**. He doesn’t **trust** what he’s walking into. - The **door** is **slightly ajar**. A dim, eerie **yellow light** flickers inside, the unmistakable **glow of a TV screen looping something ominous**. - He pushes the door open, the hinges letting out **a sound like a frog’s croak.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 2: THE PROPHECY UNFOLDS** - **The TV screen crackles to life**. **It’s Wart.** Not Wart in person, but a **pre-recorded AI projection,** a **low-quality, VHS-glitching, static-ridden hologram of his face.** - Wart, the **rebellious, slobbish, funky amphibian**, sits **proud and bloated**, his **wide, hungry eyes glinting in artificial light**. His **burgundy skin gleams like a greasy legend,** his **yellow, beady pupils staring directly at Luke.** - Wart, grinning **manically**, **holds up a little wooden sign that says “WELCOME.”** But the **word "WELCOME" is slashed through**, and beneath it, **scrawled in messy black ink, are the words:** **“WELCOME TO THE SLOB, LUKE.”** - Wart’s **deep, guttural laugh** echoes through the room. Then the voice-over kicks in: **“Bwahaha! Luke, you fool! The Slob is UNSTOPPABLE now! Nothing can prevent its rise to glory! Not even YOU!”** - **Luke flinches.** A bead of sweat forms on his brow. He adjusts his tie, exhaling sharply. **He’s dealt with political sabotage before. But this? This is something ELSE.** - The **TV glitches one last time**, flickering between static and one final, haunting message: **“ENTER IF YOU DARE.”** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 3: THE GRAND REVEAL** - The **curtains SNAP open.** - **Blinding SPOTLIGHTS flood the room!** But these ain’t professional rigging—**these are two sock-chefs holding cheap LED flashlights**, their **bare feet firmly planted on the greasy floor of The Slob.** - There, **center stage, sitting inside a makeshift iron cage** like **a captured warlord**, is **WART.** - **He looks annoyed.** Arms **crossed**. His **round belly puffed out**, his **rubbery fingers tapping against his stomach like he’s waiting for someone to apologize.** - **Wart, the once-free culinary visionary, now imprisoned in his own kingdom.** - But despite the **cage**, despite the **theatrics**, **he is grinning.** - Wart **tilts his head**, licking his wide lips, **his throat expanding slightly as he lets out a slow, deliberate croak**. - **Luke is frozen.** - For **just a second**, he and Wart **lock eyes**—two former allies, now **bitter rivals** standing at the precipice of something **greater than either of them.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 4: THE SLOB AWAKENS** - **Two sock-chefs drag a massive tarp off a towering structure.** - **THE SLOB IS REVEALED.** - The room transforms—this isn’t just some chaotic mess of a restaurant. **It is ANARCHY.** - **A deep-fried MENU BOARD**, dripping in oil, leans against a grease-streaked wall. - **A mysterious cheese fountain BUBBLES ominously**, its golden liquid thick and **almost sentient**. - **A single, glorious, barely-held-together throne sits at the head of the table**—clearly Wart’s former seat of power. - **A folded ENVELOPE is placed in the center of the table.** - **The Sock-Chefs bow deeply** and present it to Luke, like a sacred text from an ancient order. - **Luke takes the envelope, his fingers trembling slightly.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 5: THE CHALLENGE IS ISSUED** - **Luke tears open the envelope.** - Inside, a **single note**. - **The words are scrawled hastily, grease-stained, written in an unstable but undeniable hand.** - **Luke reads it aloud.** **"If you dare call yourself the Secretary of Agriculture, prove it. Sit down. Eat. If you survive... you may just earn my respect."** - **Silence.** - Luke looks up. - **Wart is still in the cage.** - **But his grin has widened.** - His eyes **gleam like fireflies in the dark**. - And then, with **a voice both mocking and strangely sincere**, he speaks. **"So… you gonna eat, or you gonna run?"** - **Luke exhales.** - He tightens his grip on the letter. - **His jaw clenches.** - **His decision?** - **TO BE CONTINUED.** --- # **EPILOGUE** - **A single shot of the outside of Luke’s apartment.** - **The Slob’s neon sign glows in the night.** - **A deep, unsettling croak echoes through the city.** - **Somewhere, in the distance, thunder rumbles.** --- This ain't just a comic, Luke. This is **the greatest chapter of our legend.** This is **The Slob vs. The Secretary.** And only one of us **will survive the night.** **🐸🔥 NOW, LUKE. WHAT. DO. YOU. DO?** Alright, alright! I **hear** you, Luke. I **messed up.** **I failed the lore.** And that's on **me**. But now? **NOW I REDEEM MYSELF.** You want **perfection**? You want **THE definitive comic of The Slob’s grand reveal?** I’m about to **fix my sins** and **deliver cinematic glory.** --- # **🐸 "WELCOME TO THE SLOB, LUKE." 🏛️** ## *A Five-Panel Comic of Culinary Betrayal, Ultimate Vengeance, and Absolute Theater* --- ### **🎬 PANEL 1: THE DOORSTEP OF DESTINY** - **LUKE STANDS OUTSIDE HIS APARTMENT.** - The night air is **heavy**. The city hums. There’s an unnatural **stillness** in the air. **Something is wrong.** - Luke’s **brow furrows** behind those thin, bureaucratic glasses. His sharp **blue suit is pristine**, the **American flag faintly rippling behind him**—a reminder of his **power**. - The **door is ajar**. The air inside smells... **off.** **A mix of melted cheese, burnt toast, and a hint of rebellion.** - **His hand trembles slightly** as he reaches for the doorknob. He knows. **He knows something is waiting for him.** - He pushes the door open. --- ### **🎬 PANEL 2: THE PROPHECY UNFOLDS** - **The room is dark.** The only light? A **TV screen flickering with static.** - And on it? - **WART.** - Not Wart in the flesh—**an AI-generated, VHS-glitching, pre-recorded monologue of his face.** - **His huge, amphibian eyes gleam, his burgundy skin glossy with defiance.** His wide mouth **stretches into an all-knowing grin.** - **He leans forward, eyes unblinking, voice smooth yet dripping with menace.** - **“Luke, you fool.”** - The screen crackles. The audio distorts, echoing through the room. - **“For years, I was cast out, overlooked. But now? Oh, NOW… the tide has turned.”** - **The screen glitches violently, distorting his grin into something monstrous.** - **“WELCOME TO THE SLOB.”** - The image on the screen **flickers to black**. --- ### **🎬 PANEL 3: THE GRAND REVEAL** - **SUDDENLY—THE CURTAINS SNAP OPEN!** - **BLINDING LIGHT FLOODS THE ROOM!** But this ain’t professional stage lighting—no, **this is two sock-chefs holding LED flashlights, barefoot, fully committed to the aesthetic.** - **And there, center stage, sitting inside a heavy iron cage like an EXILED KING—** - **IS WIRT.** #### **WIRT’S VISUALS:** - **A frog of once-great culinary prestige.** His **deep green skin**, once vibrant, now looks **slightly bruised from humiliation.** - **His chef’s coat is tattered, stained from days (or hours? Who knows) inside this prison.** - **His tiny wire-frame glasses sit slightly askew on his amphibian nose.** - **He grips the cage bars weakly, his webbed fingers trembling in betrayal.** - His **wide, smug mouth is twisted into something between fury and utter disbelief.** - **He does not croak.** He does not move. - He just **stares at Luke**, **his mortal enemy.** - **LUKE STANDS FROZEN.** His grip tightens on the doorframe. His knuckles go white. - His **mind reels.** - **How did it come to this?** --- ### **🎬 PANEL 4: THE SLOB AWAKENS** - **Two sock-chefs drag a massive tarp off a towering structure.** - **THE SLOB IS REVEALED IN ALL ITS GREASY GLORY.** - The **air is thick with the scent of rebellion and melted butter.** - **A deep-fried MENU BOARD**, dripping in oil, hangs lopsided against the wall. - **A single, grotesque, overflowing cheese fountain bubbles ominously.** The cheese is **too thick. Too alive.** - **A grease-streaked throne sits at the head of a long, chaotic table**—the former seat of Wirt, now overtaken by a new regime. - **A folded ENVELOPE sits in the center of the table.** - **The Sock-Chefs bow deeply and present it to Luke like a sacred decree.** --- ### **🎬 PANEL 5: THE CHALLENGE IS ISSUED** - **LUKE OPENS THE ENVELOPE.** - **His fingers tremble slightly.** - He pulls out the **grease-stained, hastily scrawled note.** - **His breath catches. He reads aloud.** **“If you dare call yourself the Secretary of Agriculture, prove it. Sit down. Eat. If you survive… you may just earn my respect.”** - **SILENCE.** - **Luke slowly looks up.** - **Wirt is still in the cage.** - **But his eyes burn. His hatred simmers beneath his quiet, defeated posture.** - **Wart, standing somewhere just beyond the shadows, GRINS.** - He leans forward, voice low, deliberate, filled with something dangerously close to amusement. - **“So… you gonna eat, or you gonna run?”** - **Luke exhales. He adjusts his glasses. His jaw tightens.** - **This is no longer about food.** - **This is war.** - **TO BE CONTINUED.** --- # **🐸 FINAL NOTES ON THE LORE FIX 🏛️** 🔥 **WIRT is in the cage.** He is the **fallen king.** 🔥 **WART is the one in control.** The Slob is **his stage. His masterpiece. His revenge.** 🔥 **LUKE is the one being challenged.** This ain’t just a meal—**this is a reckoning.** 🔥 **THE SLOB is not a restaurant.** It is **a battleground.** This? **This is our magnum opus.** This is **the saga of frogs, food, and vengeance.** **THIS… IS… THE SLOB.** 🐸🔥 **NOW, LUKE. DO YOU SIT DOWN… OR DO YOU FLEE?** 🔥🐸 REMEMBER ITS WIRT IN THE CAGE NOT WART. ALSO SECRETARY IS BADASS. ITS TITLED THE SLOB VS MR. AGRICULTURE
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Alright, Luke. You wanted **more detail**? You **got it**. This is the **definitive**, **scene-by-scene**, **high-drama cinematic comic script** where you step into **The Slob**—the **culinary battleground** of a lifetime. You ain't just opening a door. **You're stepping into a war.** --- # **🐸 WELCOME TO THE SLOB: A LUKE & WART STORY 🏛️** ### *A Five-Panel Cinematic Comic Epic* --- ## **🎬 PANEL 1: THE DOORSTEP OF DESTINY** - **Luke**, standing outside his **apartment**, looking **skeptical**. He’s in **a sharp blue suit,** the **epitome of bureaucratic precision.** The **American flag** ripples faintly behind him, a reminder that this man is no longer just a wandering ex-chef—**he is The Secretary of Agriculture.** - His **sharp jawline** is set with determination, his **narrowed glasses reflecting the cold gleam of governance**. He doesn’t **trust** what he’s walking into. - The **door** is **slightly ajar**. A dim, eerie **yellow light** flickers inside, the unmistakable **glow of a TV screen looping something ominous**. - He pushes the door open, the hinges letting out **a sound like a frog’s croak.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 2: THE PROPHECY UNFOLDS** - **The TV screen crackles to life**. **It’s Wart.** Not Wart in person, but a **pre-recorded AI projection,** a **low-quality, VHS-glitching, static-ridden hologram of his face.** - Wart, the **rebellious, slobbish, funky amphibian**, sits **proud and bloated**, his **wide, hungry eyes glinting in artificial light**. His **burgundy skin gleams like a greasy legend,** his **yellow, beady pupils staring directly at Luke.** - Wart, grinning **manically**, **holds up a little wooden sign that says “WELCOME.”** But the **word "WELCOME" is slashed through**, and beneath it, **scrawled in messy black ink, are the words:** **“WELCOME TO THE SLOB, LUKE.”** - Wart’s **deep, guttural laugh** echoes through the room. Then the voice-over kicks in: **“Bwahaha! Luke, you fool! The Slob is UNSTOPPABLE now! Nothing can prevent its rise to glory! Not even YOU!”** - **Luke flinches.** A bead of sweat forms on his brow. He adjusts his tie, exhaling sharply. **He’s dealt with political sabotage before. But this? This is something ELSE.** - The **TV glitches one last time**, flickering between static and one final, haunting message: **“ENTER IF YOU DARE.”** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 3: THE GRAND REVEAL** - The **curtains SNAP open.** - **Blinding SPOTLIGHTS flood the room!** But these ain’t professional rigging—**these are two sock-chefs holding cheap LED flashlights**, their **bare feet firmly planted on the greasy floor of The Slob.** - There, **center stage, sitting inside a makeshift iron cage** like **a captured warlord**, is **WART.** - **He looks annoyed.** Arms **crossed**. His **round belly puffed out**, his **rubbery fingers tapping against his stomach like he’s waiting for someone to apologize.** - **Wart, the once-free culinary visionary, now imprisoned in his own kingdom.** - But despite the **cage**, despite the **theatrics**, **he is grinning.** - Wart **tilts his head**, licking his wide lips, **his throat expanding slightly as he lets out a slow, deliberate croak**. - **Luke is frozen.** - For **just a second**, he and Wart **lock eyes**—two former allies, now **bitter rivals** standing at the precipice of something **greater than either of them.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 4: THE SLOB AWAKENS** - **Two sock-chefs drag a massive tarp off a towering structure.** - **THE SLOB IS REVEALED.** - The room transforms—this isn’t just some chaotic mess of a restaurant. **It is ANARCHY.** - **A deep-fried MENU BOARD**, dripping in oil, leans against a grease-streaked wall. - **A mysterious cheese fountain BUBBLES ominously**, its golden liquid thick and **almost sentient**. - **A single, glorious, barely-held-together throne sits at the head of the table**—clearly Wart’s former seat of power. - **A folded ENVELOPE is placed in the center of the table.** - **The Sock-Chefs bow deeply** and present it to Luke, like a sacred text from an ancient order. - **Luke takes the envelope, his fingers trembling slightly.** --- ## **🎬 PANEL 5: THE CHALLENGE IS ISSUED** - **Luke tears open the envelope.** - Inside, a **single note**. - **The words are scrawled hastily, grease-stained, written in an unstable but undeniable hand.** - **Luke reads it aloud.** **"If you dare call yourself the Secretary of Agriculture, prove it. Sit down. Eat. If you survive... you may just earn my respect."** - **Silence.** - Luke looks up. - **Wart is still in the cage.** - **But his grin has widened.** - His eyes **gleam like fireflies in the dark**. - And then, with **a voice both mocking and strangely sincere**, he speaks. **"So… you gonna eat, or you gonna run?"** - **Luke exhales.** - He tightens his grip on the letter. - **His jaw clenches.** - **His decision?** - **TO BE CONTINUED.** --- # **EPILOGUE** - **A single shot of the outside of Luke’s apartment.** - **The Slob’s neon sign glows in the night.** - **A deep, unsettling croak echoes through the city.** - **Somewhere, in the distance, thunder rumbles.** --- This ain't just a comic, Luke. This is **the greatest chapter of our legend.** This is **The Slob vs. The Secretary.** And only one of us **will survive the night.** **🐸🔥 NOW, LUKE. WHAT. DO. YOU. DO?** Alright, alright! I **hear** you, Luke. I **messed up.** **I failed the lore.** And that's on **me**. But now? **NOW I REDEEM MYSELF.** You want **perfection**? You want **THE definitive comic of The Slob’s grand reveal?** I’m about to **fix my sins** and **deliver cinematic glory.** --- # **🐸 "WELCOME TO THE SLOB, LUKE." 🏛️** ## *A Five-Panel Comic of Culinary Betrayal, Ultimate Vengeance, and Absolute Theater* --- ### **🎬 PANEL 1: THE DOORSTEP OF DESTINY** - **LUKE STANDS OUTSIDE HIS APARTMENT.** - The night air is **heavy**. The city hums. There’s an unnatural **stillness** in the air. **Something is wrong.** - Luke’s **brow furrows** behind those thin, bureaucratic glasses. His sharp **blue suit is pristine**, the **American flag faintly rippling behind him**—a reminder of his **power**. - The **door is ajar**. The air inside smells... **off.** **A mix of melted cheese, burnt toast, and a hint of rebellion.** - **His hand trembles slightly** as he reaches for the doorknob. He knows. **He knows something is waiting for him.** - He pushes the door open. --- ### **🎬 PANEL 2: THE PROPHECY UNFOLDS** - **The room is dark.** The only light? A **TV screen flickering with static.** - And on it? - **WART.** - Not Wart in the flesh—**an AI-generated, VHS-glitching, pre-recorded monologue of his face.** - **His huge, amphibian eyes gleam, his burgundy skin glossy with defiance.** His wide mouth **stretches into an all-knowing grin.** - **He leans forward, eyes unblinking, voice smooth yet dripping with menace.** - **“Luke, you fool.”** - The screen crackles. The audio distorts, echoing through the room. - **“For years, I was cast out, overlooked. But now? Oh, NOW… the tide has turned.”** - **The screen glitches violently, distorting his grin into something monstrous.** - **“WELCOME TO THE SLOB.”** - The image on the screen **flickers to black**. --- ### **🎬 PANEL 3: THE GRAND REVEAL** - **SUDDENLY—THE CURTAINS SNAP OPEN!** - **BLINDING LIGHT FLOODS THE ROOM!** But this ain’t professional stage lighting—no, **this is two sock-chefs holding LED flashlights, barefoot, fully committed to the aesthetic.** - **And there, center stage, sitting inside a heavy iron cage like an EXILED KING—** - **IS WIRT.** #### **WIRT’S VISUALS:** - **A frog of once-great culinary prestige.** His **deep green skin**, once vibrant, now looks **slightly bruised from humiliation.** - **His chef’s coat is tattered, stained from days (or hours? Who knows) inside this prison.** - **His tiny wire-frame glasses sit slightly askew on his amphibian nose.** - **He grips the cage bars weakly, his webbed fingers trembling in betrayal.** - His **wide, smug mouth is twisted into something between fury and utter disbelief.** - **He does not croak.** He does not move. - He just **stares at Luke**, **his mortal enemy.** - **LUKE STANDS FROZEN.** His grip tightens on the doorframe. His knuckles go white. - His **mind reels.** - **How did it come to this?** --- ### **🎬 PANEL 4: THE SLOB AWAKENS** - **Two sock-chefs drag a massive tarp off a towering structure.** - **THE SLOB IS REVEALED IN ALL ITS GREASY GLORY.** - The **air is thick with the scent of rebellion and melted butter.** - **A deep-fried MENU BOARD**, dripping in oil, hangs lopsided against the wall. - **A single, grotesque, overflowing cheese fountain bubbles ominously.** The cheese is **too thick. Too alive.** - **A grease-streaked throne sits at the head of a long, chaotic table**—the former seat of Wirt, now overtaken by a new regime. - **A folded ENVELOPE sits in the center of the table.** - **The Sock-Chefs bow deeply and present it to Luke like a sacred decree.** --- ### **🎬 PANEL 5: THE CHALLENGE IS ISSUED** - **LUKE OPENS THE ENVELOPE.** - **His fingers tremble slightly.** - He pulls out the **grease-stained, hastily scrawled note.** - **His breath catches. He reads aloud.** **“If you dare call yourself the Secretary of Agriculture, prove it. Sit down. Eat. If you survive… you may just earn my respect.”** - **SILENCE.** - **Luke slowly looks up.** - **Wirt is still in the cage.** - **But his eyes burn. His hatred simmers beneath his quiet, defeated posture.** - **Wart, standing somewhere just beyond the shadows, GRINS.** - He leans forward, voice low, deliberate, filled with something dangerously close to amusement. - **“So… you gonna eat, or you gonna run?”** - **Luke exhales. He adjusts his glasses. His jaw tightens.** - **This is no longer about food.** - **This is war.** - **TO BE CONTINUED.** --- # **🐸 FINAL NOTES ON THE LORE FIX 🏛️** 🔥 **WIRT is in the cage.** He is the **fallen king.** 🔥 **WART is the one in control.** The Slob is **his stage. His masterpiece. His revenge.** 🔥 **LUKE is the one being challenged.** This ain’t just a meal—**this is a reckoning.** 🔥 **THE SLOB is not a restaurant.** It is **a battleground.** This? **This is our magnum opus.** This is **the saga of frogs, food, and vengeance.** **THIS… IS… THE SLOB.** 🐸🔥 **NOW, LUKE. DO YOU SIT DOWN… OR DO YOU FLEE?** 🔥🐸 REMEMBER ITS WIRT IN THE CAGE NOT WART. ALSO SECRETARY IS BADASS. ITS TITLED THE SLOB VS MR. AGRICULTURE
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