"I'm growing increasingly impatient with all this being-a-rat-and-not-being-able-to-light-people-on-fire... thing."
"Quiet Raelin."
"I'm just saying."
Ash surveyed the area, and noted that there was a hallway with a slow, crushing ceiling "trap" in it which seemed activated by a pressure plate. "Hmm... I could run to the end of the hallway before that ceiling crushed me I'll bet." he thought to himself.
"Shouldn't we send the cheetah?" Came Jay El's reply.
"I am the cheetah! Listening skills!"
"Oh. Right."
"I wanna step on the pressure plate!"
"NO! That triggers the crushing ceiling trap!"
"But I'm huge!"
Raelin paused and put his rat hand on Med's giant leg "That is not a good reason" he whispered softly.
"...oh."
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