Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

Gangsters, thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected!

I was walking down a dimly-lit street in a shady part of town, when a man in a trenchcoat, with sunglasses, approached me.

"Hey, bud," he said.

"Who, me?" I replied.

"Shhhhhhhhh," he said, paranoid, looking around.

"Who, me?" I replied, whispering.

He leaned in close and said, "Would you like to buy a Rattenkonig?"

"A what?"

"A Rattenkonig. A rat-king. A group of rats, linked together by tails. They're said to share a mind. It's a semi-mythical cryptozoological collective."

I noticed something moving under his coat. Maybe a mass of rats.

"Actually," I replied, "That sounds pretty disgusting."

"Your loss," he said, shiftily.

"Hey, didn't I see you, a long time back, in a monster-filled New York barrio, selling the letter O?"

"That was a long time ago, and nobody would ever pay more than a nickel for them. I got out of that racket."

"And you got into this market instead? You're just stuck to the shady-trenchcoat-guy deals market, aren't you?"

"I'm not stuck at all. There are times when a person makes a decision to be helpless or self-directing, and either choice is self-fulfilling. Not always, but enough that it's worth noting. You can't really blame the rats, but I know if I were a rat, I'd try to walk away before I got tied up."
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