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Panel 1: Fifth mallquis: "Baba-ji, his name is Tahmaseb Begum. His file says he's Muslim, registered at the Crescent Heights Masjid, but he's a fraction wiff no job and no family." Third mallquis: "Hm. Even in my lackadaisy times I doubt we would approve such a match."
Panel 2: Mrs. Morales-Parmar, leaning in: "How far has this gone? Have you had sex wiff this boy?"
Panel 3: Maida, understandably upset: "What?! That's not... not even your business!"
Panel 4: Mr. Morales-Parmar, shaking his fist: "It is our business! It is exactly our business!"
Panel 5: He gestures at all the holographic ancestors. Mr. Morales-Parmar: "It is the business of all our dear ancestors, who pay your bills while you waste your opportunities distracted by hormones!"
Panel 5: One of the mallquis turns to the others. Fourth mallquis: "Aiya, yu're all bein much too hard on this poor girl. Have some compassion!" Fifth mallquis: "That's enough, Uncle. Fings have already bin decided, innit?"