>She said that I had to stay here or she’d kill all my new rat friends, could you please talk to her?
Make sure to use the saddest puppiest eyes you have, no mother could resist that and I’m betting they’re willing to renegotiate in the presence of such motherly love.
If the doctor wants to play dirty we can too. We muster up every pint of salty water in our body and direct them into our eyeballs for maximum puppy eyes. Not even the hardiest of mothers can withstand such abundant displays of sadness.
“Mom my tt..he ,, mmzean ddoctoorr said th,,att shE woulld kil;;l all ...y raat ffriendss :,(“
We whimper to mom for extra effect
That doctor lady is as good as toast, you almost feel sorry for her.
(What the hell...rats?! I don’t care about them!)
(buuuuut, she probably cares about these things, I haven't seen puppy eyes this big from her in weeks.)
“Really? That doesn't sound too nice. I’ll go talk to her baby.”
Mom assures us before turning around to continue talking to the doctor a little more sternly this time.
We are now, Vermillion Mccarthy. You were slightly peeved that you had to drive all the way down here and didnt even get to beat anyone up, not even a little. Everyone has been so nice to you so far since you used to run this place. But now you’re getting news about your baby worried about rats? or some shit? This all sounds kind of silly to you.
But your old friend Grace no matter how much you love her she isn’t exactly the most morally firm person. How should we approach this predicament.