I participated in numerous rat races, it was amazing that after winning most of them
I found out that I am still a rat, Ugly and fat and worst I am always being chased and eaten by a gargantuan cat. I don't know if I am going to stop and just rot or climb to the top and smoke pot. I don't want to live inside a rattle snake's stomach either and get masticated by its intricate digestive musculature. Mouse traps and rat poisons are my abattoir. Contraptions engineered and concocted to facilitate my early demise. I don't want to kick the bucket too early. I want to win more rat races so that someday, I might become a big cat myself. Evolution is possible. Rats can become cats if they will only believe. Metamorphosis through mutation is feasible. I can be better than the laudable Ninja Turtles head honcho called Master Splinter, I'll form an intricate cranial architecture teeming with intellect and erudition. All things said, I've ranted and raved only to wake up from a subterranean profoundly cavernous unfathomable slumber and realizing that I am human again.

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