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[witchdaggah]

[ so like.

the text keeps appearing and reappearing. like someone's deleting their post? repeatedly. eventually one sticks, though: ]

NO ONE PANIC
The rat infestation is mine


[ that's it. that's the post. ]

Comments

[dipolar]

A rat king would still be, at maximum, the size of a small dog.

Your mind cannot linger on one topic, can it? I am not a father, so consider your theory debunked and irrelevant.

[witchdaggah]

Nope. Nuh huh. Not so fast bucko.
If I can control these rats then I can make it at least the size of a sky scraper.
The rat king is unstoppable.
But you are flesh and bone.
That sounded cooler in my head, and a lot less like an anime character?

I don't think it's irrelevant
because it happened to me
But I guess you don't really have a reason to believe me or something?
Are you dad aged?

[dipolar]

'If'. So you don't know. It sounds like a bluff, but if there's anything so big that it could kill me... then it should try.

In any case, no.

(no to all.)

[witchdaggah]

Are you ok?
Like in general
That was a worrying statement you just made
You're either a superhero or something is wrong???

[dipolar]

I'm fine. Go back to worrying about your rats.

[witchdaggah]

Yeah ok
Tell me your room number and I'll come to collect the bodies

[ this is where i wish mae used emojis so i could use rat skull coffin ]

[dipolar]

621.

(this is not, in fact, his room number. it is a random one he fucking made up.)

[witchdaggah]

[ a solid five minutes later. ]

I'll kick your butt all the way to Jupiter and the Pope will breathe fire into your frozen space corpse

[dipolar]

You've never made sense and you never will.

As if I'd tell you where I'm staying so you can dump more of your damn rats on me. Get lost.