Do you see the above? Drink it in for a while. Close your eyes even. Picture the rat, a rodent of such proportions, that it would dwarf most lap dogs.
Have it in your head?
Now realize this is reality. This is not a drill. It lives. THEY LIVE. More specifically, in the ceiling above Scott's bedroom.
We've heard them for a while, but have managed to drone the noises - those which seem to derive from their small industrial factory - with an old fan. As of recent, they have ramped up 'production' (or whatever they are doing) to such proportions that we are fearing of an invasion.
How this invasion may occur. . . we don't want to be around to find out. So as American war tactics go, we shall launch a pre-emptive attack.
Enter, the exterminator.
Till then, we must stay vigil.
Salim explains to Zoolander (not original names):
"They hear us plotting. They've sent a message to my blackberry saying 'stop it, we know, stop it."
"They did that? Wow, man."
PS- Mom, we aren't in any real trouble. Please dont 'txt' me with health warnings and suggested courses of action followed by "luv u".
I'm a big boy now. I can fight my own (rat) battles.
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