The rat sneaks up from behind, climbs stealthily up the back of your Ecko sand-blasted carpenter jeans, goes inside your South Pole winter coat but hangs from the inside of the coat so that its back is to your back and you don't feel its tiny claws, then climbs up to your neck and waits comfortably on the fur-lined hood of your jacket. It blends in with the color, which originally was white but now is dirty and brown. Right as you turn a corner, you run into the muggers. As you prepare to fight seven 6-4 and taller armed black men, the rat jumps off your jacket hood and into your left eye, clawing them out as the seven 6-4 and taller armed black men run away in fear. The rat eats through your left eye and into your brain. It devours just enough of your brain to prevent you from further flailing, then connects itself to your brain stem so that you become a rat-operated humanoid body and professional battle rapper.
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I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.
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