As he started to add the huge dome on top of the prison, I fell still, my gaze riveted to that part of the drawing. My mind was a steam train in that moment and something about this image was making a little man shovel coal into the fire to get the train going. It began moving out of the station as my lips parted, wider and wider as I stared and the train picked up speed, steam billowing from its chimney and I gasped. “Choo choo!” I cried and Plunger snapped around with a yelp. “Oh my gonads, what in the world are you doing a-creeping up on me, sir?” Plunger demanded as he backed up, a
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