"Bring me the Skippy Peanut Butter."
The rats perked up their furry little ears to catch the phrase as it rang across the small kingdom of Mommika. They had been living here for about a year (quite a long time taking their life span into consideration) and had hear their fair share of strange and frightening things, but none were as sinister as that which their Goddess had just uttered. They turned to each other, whispering in fright. Their tiny eyes flashed and their little paws trembled with uncertainty. Parents clutched their families to them, younglings paused in their play, and even the Elder rats, who had lived through the Goddess's last Purging, quaked in fear and premonition. This looked like it could get very ugly.
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