| Page | 1
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| Frame | 1
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| Description | Pitch dark
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| Eggbert | My first memory, it's dark, very dark, I'm trapped, I fight, I break out, I escape
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| Frame | 2
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| Description | A close up of paltry light filtering through badly fitting slats
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| Eggbert | I've never seen it before but I know its light, I know it's good I know it calls me
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| Frame | 3
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| Description | A doorway to the bright outside in the distance
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| Eggbert | Can't fit through those gaps but in the distance there's a large opening
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| Frame | 4
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| Description | A close up of the doorway
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| Eggbert | I can see the light, feel it's warmth, i want to run towards it, It attracts me unselfishly it has a gift of joy it is offering
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| Frame | 5
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| Description | Reveal ... Eggbert is a .. ahem egg, he has just run outside of the doorway which leads outside. It is the door of a hen coop. Eggbert stands on its steps arms raised
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| Eggbert | I am alive, I am out, I am an egg man, whoop, whoopedo.
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