I’m picturing some sort of high tech containment field. Perhaps somewhere deep in a sub-basement laboratory at the Gore Naval Research Base in Antarctica. At the center, held aloft by powerful magnets, are two birds rapidly spinning, emitting an eerie blue glow. A series of tubes, illuminated from within by this mysterious ether, branch off in all directions. This is the core.
Are they surgically implanting the pizza into the patient’s little rat belly?
Or just taking a pizza break in the middle of surgery?
Is this a delivery room and momma rat is hungry?
How did he get this job anyway? Is he a diversity hire? I cant imagine he’s very good at handling those tiny tools.
Are the ears part of the uniform? Or is he posing as a rat? Are the ratdoctors just too polite to call him out for being gigantic and definitely not a real rat?
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