This is me. I think it’s apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. What’s my problem? First of all, I’m a rat. Which means life is hard. And secondly-- I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.

If we’re going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen, where nothing is poisoned?

Dad, I don’t want you to think I’m choosing this over family. I can’t choose between two halves of myself.