While getting set down by TJ isn't much better than being picked up was, Ignatius doesn't have it in him to react. He just slides onto the table limply, his eyes shut tight and his expression strained, breaths coming in weakly. Meanwhile, the three Honorables are rummaging through shelves and boxes, collecting tools.
Not long after, the hamster Honorable leaps up onto the table with several large and threatening looking blades and a hacksaw in hand, brandishing them with an excited shriek. He bounces to a spot on the table next to Ignatius's shoulder, examining each blade in kind and more closely examining the collar. One by one he rejects each blade and saw, tossing them aside carelessly.
Finally, he pulls the tiniest knife off of his belt and holds it up appraisingly. Squeaking something so fast and high pitched it's impossible to make out, he flicks his finger against the blade, sending it vibrating, the edge of the blade growing red hot as the sound builds. Grinning, the hamster goes to work.
With dexterous hands, the hamster uses the tiny knife to slit through the metal binding Ignatius's throat - one cut on one side, and then a second cut on the other. It doesn't take long at all, compared to the suspense leading up to it. As soon as the cuts are done, the hamster breaks off the upper half of the collar, lifting it up triumphantly and squealing. The tapir looks ecstatic.
"He says that it's a good thing that it wasn't anything tougher than iron - iron like this is easy to cut!" the tapir explains. The hamster pulls away the bottom piece of the collar and then tosses it away, bounding over to start cutting up the shackles with similar ease. Soon, he's knocking the remains of the leg shackles onto the floor, the chain clattering as it goes.
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Not long after, the hamster Honorable leaps up onto the table with several large and threatening looking blades and a hacksaw in hand, brandishing them with an excited shriek. He bounces to a spot on the table next to Ignatius's shoulder, examining each blade in kind and more closely examining the collar. One by one he rejects each blade and saw, tossing them aside carelessly.
Finally, he pulls the tiniest knife off of his belt and holds it up appraisingly. Squeaking something so fast and high pitched it's impossible to make out, he flicks his finger against the blade, sending it vibrating, the edge of the blade growing red hot as the sound builds. Grinning, the hamster goes to work.
With dexterous hands, the hamster uses the tiny knife to slit through the metal binding Ignatius's throat - one cut on one side, and then a second cut on the other. It doesn't take long at all, compared to the suspense leading up to it. As soon as the cuts are done, the hamster breaks off the upper half of the collar, lifting it up triumphantly and squealing. The tapir looks ecstatic.
"He says that it's a good thing that it wasn't anything tougher than iron - iron like this is easy to cut!" the tapir explains. The hamster pulls away the bottom piece of the collar and then tosses it away, bounding over to start cutting up the shackles with similar ease. Soon, he's knocking the remains of the leg shackles onto the floor, the chain clattering as it goes.