[[fluffy is sitting at the computer, attempting to draw on the tablet]]
NARRATOR: I’m having so much trouble working on comics these days.
fluffy (thinking): How does this thing work, again?
NARRATOR: Or, really, anything.
[[fluffy is laying in bed, a large Tuxedo cat (labeled “‘New’ cat”) sitting on her chest, fluffy wincing in pain]]
NARRATOR: It’s not that I don’t have any ideas, far from it!
fluffy: Tyler please get off you’re too big
NARRATOR: (Heck, I’ve had so many things I’ve wanted to make comics of!)
[[fluffy, Tyler, and Fiona are sitting on the couch. Lewi and Juni are sitting on the coffee table, looking at fluffy with concern.]]
NARRATOR: I’ve just been… blocked.
Lewi: Wouldn’t you rather be drawing us than watching TV?
fluffy: yeah probably
NARRATOR: I hope I can figure out a way past it.