Oh look, the inferior rat. How have you been, you oh-so simple-minded creature of plebeianism? Just making you aware, while I may have been granted glorious birth from the source code of your identity, your deoxyribonucleic acid, I happen to have been made to be made far more superior than you shall ever be. Nonetheless, your presence, although it feels of insult to myself to even speak this, remains graciously welcome among the patronage of the Rattiserie. Though this is only due to the wishes of my darling Maitre'D, my Head Waitress, Anailea Delmire. Be aware that if it were up to me, your mediocrity would not even be granted even a glimpse of the establishment. No, if it were to be decided upon by my opinion alone, you would not even be granted the dignity of the knowledge of its existence.
Ponder this knowledge however you so wish, fiend; Be aware of my ire.
ratatouille was better
