> The Happy Squeaky Rat > > Now that traffick boss was enclosed in hyperprison and becoming > artificially addicted to dissociative mind control recovery, > a squeaky little rat ran out from a crack between wallboards behind an > old presentation desk that nobody ever moved, > and explored the hallways and conference rooms. > > "Squeak!" went the rat as it passed a visiting dignitary. > > "Squeak!" went the rat as it passed a journalist and an undercover > corporate spy from a different business. > > "Squeak!" > > The rat ran down this hallway, down that. It ran down to the secret > underground labs and squeaked left and right, and it ran up to Rebel > Worker 2's takeover of Traffick Boss's main office, going "squeak! > squeak! squeak!" all the way. > > The squeaky rat ran up to Rebel Worker 2 and put its paws on his nose. > "Squeak!" said the squeaky rat. > > Rebel Worker 2 stared into the beady black eyes of the squeaky rat, > that seemed like they might be full of some mysterious meaning. > > "Squeak!" went the rat again. > > Rebel Worker 2: "No goons to shoot you in the head anymore, eh, little > rat?" > > The squeaky rat shook its head left and right saying "no!" with > baleful and excitedly anxious eyes occasionally flittering relief. > > Rebel Worker 2 (looking further into eyes of squeaky rat): "Now nobody > can stop you from talking about all the atrocities you've witnessed in > the years and years you've been hiding where nobody can see." > > The squeaky rat nodded its head "yes" and jumped off Rebel Worker 2's > desk, squeaking up a storm. > > It nosed into the papers in Traffick Boss's old files -
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