Weaselton: Agh!
Sonia: Gotcha, cutie! You’re mine now!
Weaselton: What? Let me go! Who the heck are you?!
Sonia: Who are you? What’s your name? You have such soft fur around your neck, you know that?
Oh, you’re as purple as violets! And you smell... *snif snif* maybe a bit different, but still nice.
Weaselton: Leave me alone! Help! Some random dog is assaulting me!
Sonia: I won't be a stranger to you for much longer.
Logistics Rotter: (to Vincent) Should we step in?
Vincent: Don't bother. You don't want to mess with her. She'll let him go once she gets bored.
Logistics Rotter: WHAT?
Vincent: Nothing... poor weasel.
Logistics Rotter: I think it’s a ferret.

[Meanwhile, some of the rotters are still spending their free time arguing and talking, discussing both the mission
and completely mundane things. It’s been a long time since there was a mission like this. Ever since the rotters
have been gradually pulled out of service, this is the first time they've been given such an important task.
Could it mean that the rotters are making a comeback as an elite force?]

Rotti: Rotters! The time has come. Everyone, to the transports!
All: Yes, Captain!
Sounds from the hangar: Get ready! Engines are on! All cargo is loaded into the transporters! Nautilus will open the hangar in 5 minutes!


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