Wind Sprints at Heather’s age are just an excuse to run around the field randomly.

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Alternate joke dialog for panels 3-7 because it is 2am and I am insane:

B: That poor deluded sap.

K: Indeed. Heather, did you complete your mission?

H: Yes, commander. The launch codes are now in the Herald's hands.

K: Excellent. Go report our success to the Yellow One.

H: F'Tagn, Commander!

T: They... they know we can hear that, right?

S: For your kindness, you shall be spared the Great Devouring.