We're the Rats

Alright, I dont know which one of you managed to get a picture of me being carried off by giant bat Andrei during that whole attack on the city nonsense, but I'm so proud of you I could just WRING your little pencil neck.

And I am NOT rewriting the entire thing to make my name work. Defeats the purpose, boss.

biscotti: what languages do you speak? which one feels the most intimate to you? English only, unfortunately. I’ve tried one of those...”learn when you can” sort of programs so I can pick something else up, but there’s just never enough hours in a night, boss. Besides, I’m almost afraid of what the green owl is going to do to me when I come back. That thing’s more intimidating than the Sheriff, and that’s saying something. fig roll: what promise do you wish you could take back? .......... ..... .. Grrgh, see, I’ve got a policy of at least -trying- to be a little truthful in these “ask answers”, seeing that if I just feed you all still-steaming bullshit then I likely won’t be getting many more of these. But sometimes you lot make honesty DIFFICULT. Fine. If you REALLY want to hear it... That “unspoken” promise of never breaking the damned Masquerade and letting a single soul know what’s happened to you when you literally drop off the face of the Earth after one HELL of a film wrap up party. Of course, complete strangers were crawling out of the woodwork wailing for my sudden loss, and I could never tell the one person who actually DID care. thumbprint cookies: what’s your favorite fairytale? Ooh, that’s a tough one. I always had a liking for those stories where only the cleverness of of our protagonist wins the day. I know there was one I remember from when I was really little about a boy who had to steal three hairs from the devil himself so he could marry a wicked king’s daughter...