Ike stepped into the room, and looked around. Seeing as no one was around, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his notebook.
He also pulled out a very old looking pencil from his pocket. Despite it's age, it was still very sharp.
Ike thought to himself: "Well, this is a very different room. I will have to be very careful with the details..."
He began to sketch the room's outline slowly, and then gained speed as he worked on the details. It looked amazingly accurate for it being on a peice of notebook paper.
He put the notebook and pencil away and stood silently...
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