Tank Talon here, Verminopolis Featherweight Champion since the two-toned blue toes of Fenweigh Gardens turned tail and beat it for the mountains. My father was a bull-cock in the first armored division during the great war and my mother was a racing bird …

This interview is authorized under code 36 of the RASA Limitations of Speech and Communication Doctrine established in 1845 AR (Anno Rattus) Please fill out this form. In triplicate. Thank you, you may proceed. No, I’m sorry. I’m not at …

Stay where you are. I neither trust you nor wish to injure you. No, I do not wish to talk about my clan. How did you even find me? I’m hunting. I’m a hunter. I am the dark hand of …

See these? These are my cutters. See that chip there? That was your mother. Hahahah. Just kidding. What do you want anyway? I got important places to be. VIVs to see. Doc B? Yeah, I know him. I know all …

Hmm? Sorry, I was deep in thought. Finally, someone with some intellect. I’ll let you in on a little secret, mon ami: Hell is other vermin. Why yes, even you—a sacred little skittering fragment of hell. Don’t you feel the …

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