Sick of all that digital ink crap that's filling my scap-heap, I've decided it's long past due, to get some proper real media stuff going.

He's not really scranletting, he's just standing there with a turf-iron, probably thinking about how far off lunch is, and if he could still get his full day's wage if he knocked off now and took a nap somewhere.

Or maybe not. You never can tell with lapines.