I know some numbskull rats who actually worship these big blow up Scabby’s. It’s always the same: They rub his inflatable tail and pray: “Dear Scabby, please make the Sanitation Men go on strike”. Shamefully, rats generally think on a small scale.
I always secretly wanted to pop those large inflatable rats.
Just run around the city with a somewhat sharp object and just randomly poke, stab, and gouge them good. I can almost hear the air rushing out of them as I scoot away from the scene of the crime.
Nothing against rats, unions, or anything. Not a political statement.
I think I just need to fullfill some primitive, violent, urge.