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Rigel began inspecting the crib, searching for any locks. The crib actually looked a little older than the bassinet, and the old looking bolt locks seemed to confirm that. He began undoing them, and as he did so, he found a particularly stubborn, rusty lock along one of the corners. He pushed and pulled the bolt with all his might, but the damn thing wouldn't budge.

"Where's the WD-40 when you need it", he grumbled to himself. Not remembering where it was stored, Rigel resorted to spitting on the lock, hoping it would lubricate it somewhat. He went back to trying to jiggle it, and to his surprise, the saliva worked. The lock slowly loosened up, and he began to aggressively pull at it.

Unfortunately, he put a little too much weight into the pull. The lock came undone all of a sudden, causing Rigel to lose his balance. He fell back into a pile of boxes that were behind him and slid to the floor. With the bulk of his belly pinning him down, and now his babies kicking up a fuss, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.