Get them a digging box, they said. It will be fun for them, they said.
Could you effing not.
Could you effing not.
Frozen cat cream, because I rubbed two braincells together.
Grab the popsicle, little one.
But yes, I saw them too.
I said good night, sir!
All he wants is to stare at me until he boggled himself to sleep.
This one is for you, hamburm. Enjoy.
EDIT: His little wink is killing me, this rat knows exactly what it is doing.
EDIT2: Now that someone mentioned an NWSF-Tag I REALLY regret my body text.
We call him Björninator.
EDIT: Piece. Potato. Peach. Peace.
Came back to the game to find out that the dreams of customizing bases became reality in the meantime.
"Does a Rat have to do everything around here themselves."
"I would never pick them up like this." Apparently I am a liar. Training has started.
What is your tail doing, young men.
What level of greed is this?
Bro, seriously? (I checked. His paw seems fine.)
Didn't find anything online, feels like he would never stop.
I'm glad my toes don't have a vote in this household.
This is the fwafhe of a fhiller bwfehlla.