Sometimes, when there’s nothing to do for the Posse and everybody else has wandered home, I like to lay back and see what the rats are up to. It’s nice how well this whole superpower gig has supplemented my lifestyle. Lotsa folks don’t have it so lucky. Poor Jereme can’t touch anyone who’s not infected, for instance. Squatter’s power is cool but he spends so much time schlepping stuff around for Schilling it’s like, what’s the point?
Not me. I’ve got it made. Jereme insists that ‘Ambassador Ratman’ is just some fancy title. He’s half right. It’s the best kind of fancy title. The kind that comes with no responsibilities and more benefits than you can dig out of a dumpster.
It’s not like there’s some interspecies UN at the Central Park Zoo, after all. El Presidente doesn’t even have time to staff his human embassies, let alone an animal…
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