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Poor Ig - it's all he can do to open a can of tuna somedays.
It might look like I 'recycled' some of the renderings but if you look carefully there's a small difference in each pair. At this stage, I've almost (but not completely) given up on drawing backgrounds, so I use Blender to render them. Still having a little trouble with Ig's orange fur color, but that will straighten up soon enough.
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20 JUNE 2001 Wednesday - 1405
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The tré basement
His tail flew about in an agitated manner as he pondered how to approach his problem.
None of the staff would know how to open it - they've only been here for the few years. Who would know, then?
Liza might know, he conjectured, thinking of an elderly neighbour. She knew Mummy and Da for yonks.
I wonder what's on the other side of that thing. I suppose it could be Reality - oh, there you go, being a sifwit again.
Still, there must be something beyond that cabinet. Let's see if I can find out what it is.
Ignatius then employed any artefact in the basement that he could find that even slightly resembled a tool to pry, hammer or wedge the cabinet to move in the slightest. His efforts were, in a word, fruitless.
Two hours later, standing over the cabinet, out of breath, he tossed the spatula that he had been employing as a chisel to the ground and muttered, "Oh, stuff it. I'll never get this thing open. I need a drink."
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