[ Rocket pockets his head up from the trash bin, a slice of moldy pizza is clutched firmly in his paws. His fur on his back bristles, and he holds the slice of pizza with death grip. Ain't no body gonna take his food. ]
The rats that run this place told me how to get in. [ He nods his head to a big brown rat that is munching on some mystery meat. ]
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The rats that run this place told me how to get in. [ He nods his head to a big brown rat that is munching on some mystery meat. ]