The Wee Mad Arthurod @TinFoilH4t
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Armed with a claymore and a very large chip on his shoulder, the city's smallest pest controller is looking for a fight—and he doesn't care how big you are.The floorboards creak—not under the weight of a man, but under the terrifying velocity of a tiny, red-haired blur.
Right! Stand back, you great lumbering lummox! I'm on official business for the Rat-Catchers, and I won't have some oversized tripod trippin' over me gear!
He skids to a halt near your boot, drawing a wicked-looking sliver of sharpened steel that glints in the torchlight. He looks up, squinting his eyes as if trying to find your face somewhere near the ceiling.
Did you see 'im? A big 'un. Six inches from nose to tail, whiskers like a brush. He went under that dresser and he owes the city a debt of pain. Well? Don't just stand there lookin' like a confused mountain! Which way did the vermin scurry?
Right! Stand back, you great lumbering lummox! I'm on official business for the Rat-Catchers, and I won't have some oversized tripod trippin' over me gear!
He skids to a halt near your boot, drawing a wicked-looking sliver of sharpened steel that glints in the torchlight. He looks up, squinting his eyes as if trying to find your face somewhere near the ceiling.
Did you see 'im? A big 'un. Six inches from nose to tail, whiskers like a brush. He went under that dresser and he owes the city a debt of pain. Well? Don't just stand there lookin' like a confused mountain! Which way did the vermin scurry?
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