12th day of Fall 511 AV
Bob had plans, big plans to make up for the small man's stature. He already decided what he needed to do on the 9th. Just think about it. "Bob Barton, Ratlord of Sunberth!" who is going to hold the "Ratrace of Sunberth" on the 18th. If he was able to do it well and gain a lot from it, he might even make it an annual thing. In terms of the title he gave himself and his event, he could do better but for now it was enough. Eventually after his reputation grew and his event gains more prestige, people will start referring to them in their own ways as they see it. From there Bob could just pick one up and use it for himself if it suits him. After all, this was the way that legends were made. Like Emperor Kovinus who is also known as The Wise Emperor for his inspiring life as Bob learned back home. What would Bob be remembered as? "I know. Bob Barton, the small man with a big heart!" Obviously he was the only one who thought that because everyone else just cast him a suspicious glance, giggled and got back to work.
"Fine, be that way!" he yelled when he saw what they did and stormed off to look for Jinsen because he knew that "there are others who agree with me." Let no man question the loyalty of a dog to their master as Caiyha created them as Hannah would tell him. Once he found the dog he asked "you agree with me right? I am such a good master?" When the dog came to him and started rubbing on him to get his attention, Bob knew he was right and gave a maniacal cackle before he said "Good, very good. I have something for you then Jinsen."
He went back to his room where he kept all his things looking for the rat queen which has been butchered up the day after he got it. He still did not know what to do with it until he finally got it. "The Ratlord needs his majestic robes!" The one who helped him with the dirty job did the job well but as always Bob was forced to help. He took great pains to preserve the skin of the rat lying on the floor like a rug once the man skinned the corpse for him.
Looking at the skin Bob took a whiff. What he was forced to do was take the rat's brain in his hands, "Ewww!", put it into a bowl he filled with water, "Ewww!" and stir it into a very disturbing solution he liked to call brain juice, "Ewww!" At least it didn't smell like brains anymore. He remembered the day he did it. Scraping whatever meet which was stuck on the skin with a spoon, "Ewww!" At least he did not have to "Ewww!", eat, "Ewww!" it because he tossed the contents of the bowl right after that. Then he had to take a cloth and "Ewww!" dab it into the "Ewww!" brain juice and "Ewww!" brush it all over the back of the rat's skin continuously up and down, up and down like he was painting a wall. Finally! He was done with the disgusting job and threw the rest of the shyke away, brain juice and all "Ewww!"
Taking some of the rat meat with him to the kitchen, Bob can going to cook it "for you Jinsen. You can already taste it right?" Yes, it was for the dog. Bob will never ever eat rat meat unless the times were really desperate let alone rat meat. Actually, he would not even eat his own cooking. It was that bad. But if here was others would eat it like his dog, who was he to try and take away that privilidge?
Bob took a hammer and started pounding on the meat. "Nothing is good enough for my Jinsen right?" he asked with a smile. But inside he was furious. Who were those people to laugh at the truth he thought about himself. He was a nice person! Imagining that their faces were on the meat, he continued pounding away, "take that! And that!" until it was tenderized and he slapped it into a pan with fat he spread all over the surface, putting it on the fire.
The meat sizzled and sizzled changing into a darker colour which Bob would use as an indicator that it was cooked. Obviously he would have to stop before it turns black. "Be patient Jinsen!" he said turning to the whining dog and pressing it on the floor with his hands on its body commanding it again to "be patient" hoping his words will tell it how serious it is to wait for the food. As soon as it was cooked Bob would give it all to the dog. Only question was how will it taste? Bob can't taste it himself knowing that it was in fact, rat meat.
Bob had plans, big plans to make up for the small man's stature. He already decided what he needed to do on the 9th. Just think about it. "Bob Barton, Ratlord of Sunberth!" who is going to hold the "Ratrace of Sunberth" on the 18th. If he was able to do it well and gain a lot from it, he might even make it an annual thing. In terms of the title he gave himself and his event, he could do better but for now it was enough. Eventually after his reputation grew and his event gains more prestige, people will start referring to them in their own ways as they see it. From there Bob could just pick one up and use it for himself if it suits him. After all, this was the way that legends were made. Like Emperor Kovinus who is also known as The Wise Emperor for his inspiring life as Bob learned back home. What would Bob be remembered as? "I know. Bob Barton, the small man with a big heart!" Obviously he was the only one who thought that because everyone else just cast him a suspicious glance, giggled and got back to work.
"Fine, be that way!" he yelled when he saw what they did and stormed off to look for Jinsen because he knew that "there are others who agree with me." Let no man question the loyalty of a dog to their master as Caiyha created them as Hannah would tell him. Once he found the dog he asked "you agree with me right? I am such a good master?" When the dog came to him and started rubbing on him to get his attention, Bob knew he was right and gave a maniacal cackle before he said "Good, very good. I have something for you then Jinsen."
He went back to his room where he kept all his things looking for the rat queen which has been butchered up the day after he got it. He still did not know what to do with it until he finally got it. "The Ratlord needs his majestic robes!" The one who helped him with the dirty job did the job well but as always Bob was forced to help. He took great pains to preserve the skin of the rat lying on the floor like a rug once the man skinned the corpse for him.
Looking at the skin Bob took a whiff. What he was forced to do was take the rat's brain in his hands, "Ewww!", put it into a bowl he filled with water, "Ewww!" and stir it into a very disturbing solution he liked to call brain juice, "Ewww!" At least it didn't smell like brains anymore. He remembered the day he did it. Scraping whatever meet which was stuck on the skin with a spoon, "Ewww!" At least he did not have to "Ewww!", eat, "Ewww!" it because he tossed the contents of the bowl right after that. Then he had to take a cloth and "Ewww!" dab it into the "Ewww!" brain juice and "Ewww!" brush it all over the back of the rat's skin continuously up and down, up and down like he was painting a wall. Finally! He was done with the disgusting job and threw the rest of the shyke away, brain juice and all "Ewww!"
Taking some of the rat meat with him to the kitchen, Bob can going to cook it "for you Jinsen. You can already taste it right?" Yes, it was for the dog. Bob will never ever eat rat meat unless the times were really desperate let alone rat meat. Actually, he would not even eat his own cooking. It was that bad. But if here was others would eat it like his dog, who was he to try and take away that privilidge?
Bob took a hammer and started pounding on the meat. "Nothing is good enough for my Jinsen right?" he asked with a smile. But inside he was furious. Who were those people to laugh at the truth he thought about himself. He was a nice person! Imagining that their faces were on the meat, he continued pounding away, "take that! And that!" until it was tenderized and he slapped it into a pan with fat he spread all over the surface, putting it on the fire.
The meat sizzled and sizzled changing into a darker colour which Bob would use as an indicator that it was cooked. Obviously he would have to stop before it turns black. "Be patient Jinsen!" he said turning to the whining dog and pressing it on the floor with his hands on its body commanding it again to "be patient" hoping his words will tell it how serious it is to wait for the food. As soon as it was cooked Bob would give it all to the dog. Only question was how will it taste? Bob can't taste it himself knowing that it was in fact, rat meat.
OOCOfficial "Ewww!" count is ten. Thank you for playing!
