All he wanted was a little snack. A little nosh. Just some crumbs to get him through the day, while he creeps around inside of your walls. He grew too confident in those last days. He was too carefree as food was getting plentiful. Someone had dropped a bunch of potato chip crumbs and he was living large. Now he’s just…Another rat man in a trap.
It got him right on the neck like a spring-fed guillotine. His last words? We can only guess. I doubt he asked for Grey Poupon. Maybe he just cried. Maybe he whispered, “I’ll see you soon rat wife.” Or maybe he just gurgled and spasmed a bit.
Poor Rat Man. We shall never see his like again. Think about Rat Man the next time you lay a trap. And if you find any of his kind dead in a trap one groggy morning, at least give him a proper burial. He was just trying to snack. Just like you do. But his snack didn’t end so well.
Here it looks like he’s doing stand-up. Unknown comic style!