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The Death of Rats was having a grand time. Currently he was prowling through the kitchen looking for a bit of cheese. Quietly he laughed to himself "SNH SNH SNH." Of course so far no one had caught him...yet. Poking in a cupboard he managed to find a little bit of left over Colby, not his favorite but then hungry Grim Squeekers couldn't be choosy. Twitching his whiskers he sat down on the counter to have a nibble.