Production notes:
Making progress. Thatch’s eyebrows are back. I was not happy with the way I had done them, so I fixed it. They’ll be easier to work with now. I’m ready to finish fledging Thatch, I think. As you can see, I have done some work on my disembodied head. This may take a while.
Transcript:
Chiefy: You know you can’t really get everybody to move to Africa, right?
Thatch: Don’t worry about it. You’ll be extinct before that ever happens.
Chiefy: Depressing.
So, have you ever gone back to visit Russia?
Thatch: Can’t. We have enemies there.
Chiefy: Wow.
Your mother did well to get you out of there.
Thatch: It was a difficult journey, but she was guided by the voices in her head. She had long conversations with them.
Chiefy: It’s good to have friends.
Thatch: Yes, even imaginary friends.
Chiefy: No doubt. That’s why I’m never truly alone.
Thatch: Yikes! What’s that?
Chiefy: It’s Chiefy! (rough draft)
