Ignatz

A lonesome utility shack high above the city, its door broken on its hinge. A white cat tracks bloody prints in the dirt...

Could've had that drink with him...

Might've been reasonable to have that drink to the craft.

Should've had that drink to the cat.

You knew he was coming here. Could've had that one last drink.

Does she mean Ignatz?

How else do you explain a Portofiran dock monkey managing to ingratiate himself into the closed ranks of the Weeping Eye?

You asked him yourself -- who would EMTERR even be leaking the details of the secret treaties to, anyway? And how could it possibly benefit them to do so?

Ignatz was right. The idiot was hiding gold in that hideous coat all along.

"He looks like he might vent it all over the floor." She eyes his unconscious bulk with trepidation.

"I'm going to have to clean that up." She gestures to Ignatz's slumped form with disdain.

"Strange drinking companions you keep."

A machine to picture the inner workings of the soul, a miracle of light, glass, and chemicals to preserve that which is has so rarely been known...

The cat, on the other hand, knows everything about the moon, and has simply resigned itself to the futility of explaining such concepts to baser minds.

The vibrations emanating from within the cat echo through the pads of your fingers, up your arm and down your spinal cord before dispersing throughout the rivers and tributaries of your nervous system.

"Back again, Hershel."

"I cannot believe that you would suggest such a thing, Hershel. I have a code of honour. Maybe you could try subscribing to one."

"I guess you did need that."

"It's okay to fear what you do not understand, in this case, my highly trained expertise and raw prowess, but Hershel, why would you suggest such a thing again?"

"Normally, Hershel, I would have to keep all of this under wraps, but since you and I go way back and are totally cool and now working together, I can tell you all about it..."

"Really, Hershel? I have to ask, did the Opera do something to your head? Are you full-spectrum now? Do my metaphors confuse you?"

"That's very interesting Hershel, but we have a job to do."

"The cat is its own animal, free from the burden of society and property rights."

"Three times you accuse me of murder, Hershel. You must have been drinking heavily in your gap years."

HA-HA. THE DRUNK FASCIST CANNOT STOP HIMSELF FROM REVEALING ALL OF THEIR SECRETS.

He was alluding to something.

He turns his head toward you in slow-motion and barely.

SEIZE THE HISTORICAL MOMENT TO GET THIS HIGH-RANKING TECHNO-FASCIST OUT OF YOUR WAY.

Whose cat is that?

You are very lucky that the maestro has your back.

"Ah... Hershel..." he turns to you very, very slowly.

"Can I have.. bag too? Or where were we.... Oh. To drink to the craft... old friend."

"Fancy seeing you here, in our old hang-out. Did you start to miss me, Hershel? Or have you come to... hurt me again?" he sighs.

"Good thing I stole this cat, Hershel... I think you would have never spoken to me otherwise. Is it not amazing foresight... on my part?"

"Hershel... did you think to honor the cat after all?" He asks and looks straight past you.

"Hershel... is this not wonderful? Old friends... together in celebration... I am saddened for the lack of a cryptonym but... life goes on."

"I have to say that your cryptonym for me... 'IGNUTZ' -- it's not very impressive. I have one for you too... 'IGNORANT'."

"I knew that... you look up to me, with the name IDOL, like I... look up to you."

"INTERVAL and Hershel... sounds good... but please, call me Ignatz..."

"We've spoken about the cat... haven't we? Magnificent animal... yes."

"Well, well, well... if it isn't my most dependable asset, straight from Ignatz's talent factory." His speech is slurred.

"Why do you keep... leaving.... do you have a bag or something... why won't you... share?"

"You're... you're back, Hershel."

"It's not me you should be apologising to. Let me just remind you, operant, that this is still a free city. We have the

"Let me just remind you, Mrs. Import-Agent, that this is still a free city. We have the right to refuse service to any

"Yes, I 'get the picture'. Let me just remind you, operant, that this is still a free city. We have the right to refuse

"You're a very cruel and foolish woman." She shoves the packet at you. "Let me remind you, operant, that this is still a

He looks over one shoulder and the other and makes his way toward the exit.

He looks over one shoulder and the other and makes his way toward the exit.

He looks over one shoulder and the other and makes his way toward the exit.