In Nine Mortal Ways’ base, he reigns supreme, roaming far and wide with a sack. What's he up to all day? Scrou…
In Nine Mortal Ways’ base, he reigns supreme, roaming far and wide with a sack. What's he up to all day? Scrounging and begging, that's his knack!
People pass by, some stop to glare—A heap of junk lies everywhere. You say it's filthy, they say it's trash, but Rat sees gold in every stash.
Clink and clatter on its way, never tired through the day. Back at home, Rat sorts it fast—junk turns treasure, just like that.