[Voice]

[napoleonicrat]

Quaint little city, isn't it? If only they hadn't been so rude about my... accommodations. But what's past is past. I must say the locals are a joy in themselves, busy like little worker ants. 

Enough about them. I'm a sociable man, so let's do the best to make light out of our unfortunate situation and socialize. Go on, do tell me about your minuscule lives--a name, anything. I'm dying to know. 

Or maybe you'd like to discuss holidays. Christmas will arrive any moment, you know. Any plans? I know have one or two of my own...

[Chuckles.]

Comments

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know about that. I'd say it has pretty fine tastes since it picked me.

Not that I WANT to be here. Working on that escape plan.

[napoleonicrat]

Don't we all?

But ask yourself: who brought a genius like myself here?

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Good question.

If you're the brains, why don't you have an answer?

[napoleonicrat]

Deductive reasoning can only go so far.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Yeaah...I'm more of a field man, myself. Not afraid to get my hands dirty.

Name's Flynn Rider.

[napoleonicrat]

Matters like heavy snow can impede fieldwork, Mr. Rider.

Professor Ratigan.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

...See the things I've seen, and a little snow suddenly doesn't seem like that big a deal. Just...trust me on that one.

[napoleonicrat]

I'd hate to see poor Felicia's coat ruined.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Felicia?

[napoleonicrat]

My beloved cat, I can't allow her to suffer the indignities of the cold.

I'm really getting good mileage out of this icon.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

So...

You're a rat.

That owns a cat.

Sure. Why not.

[napoleonicrat]

[napoleonicrat]

What did you call me?!

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Uh...

A rat?

What?

Weasel, meerkat. Frog, chameleon. Are you something else entirely too, or am I just hallucinating?

[napoleonicrat]

I am not a rat!

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Okay, fine. What ARE you then?

[napoleonicrat]

A mouse of unusual stature.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

.....

Right. My mistake.

[napoleonicrat]

Don't make that mistake again, Mr. Rider.

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

...What are you going to do, give me the Plague?

[napoleonicrat]

Now, did I mention any acts of retribution?

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

In my line of work, you tend to know when a threat has been issued.

[napoleonicrat]

And how does your 'line of work' treat you?

[fakereputations.livejournal.com]

Ah I tend to work alone. But let's just say that there are very few people tend to like me, and they really get to know your face.

[napoleonicrat]

What do you know, we're in the same trade.