An outlet for my brain when it fills with fire.
"Yeah I collect rats n' shiny guns off da street fer fun and rescue poor meeces from danger. Yeah. Yeah. What 'bout it, bub? Ya' tought I was gunna blow the poor wittle meece's brains out with 'tis thing?! Yeah. Yeah. That's what youse was thinkin.' Call da cops, yeah, yeah, send me to the psych ward, do what 'ya want, but youse will never take that RAT out of Ratboy! Never!!!!! Muhhahahahaha! Yeah yeah."
Rat boy has bad posture...but you draw it well.
A boy and his rat, out on the streets shootin' people.
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