Once again, trying to nod, the rat ripped a couple of furs off of its chin as it agreed and quickly shut its mouth. Thinking for a moment, Di Tou was at a loss for what to do now. It felt wrong to kill the rat. Although, at the end of the day, it was just a beast like any other, and he had already killed quite a few, the fact that it could talk and had such a "playful" personality made it feel a little bit wrong. But to let it go…
Considering how much trouble it had given him the last few days, letting it go after punishing it for just over ten minutes seemed a little bit lackluster, too. So, in the end, he squinted his eyes, looked at the rat, and said, "So, Brother Rat, what do you think I should do to you?" Letting out the most convincing evil smile he could muster, Di Tou decided to see if the rat could inspire some ideas for him. After all, it was an evil rat with a rather devious means streak.
