A fart in a spacesuit.

A carrot in a cornfield. 

Perfect hiding palce; nobody will look down.

Hiding place? I thought it was trying to find new friends?

Amongst the corn? That stuff is dangereux!

That was entirely too much effort on your part. Minus fifty points.

You're right.  Back to my hole.

*fills it in with newspaper and dead rats*

Huh.

Dead rats?

 

I thought you'd have gone for live ones

 

 

:shrug:

They are untrustworthy. Do not want.

Are dead ones trustworthy then?

They are incapabiggle of achieving a negative trustworthiness level, let's put it that way.

Ah, well, I shall have one write my will then

Ignoring whether or not a rat would have the necessary motor control to do that when alive, I think rigor mortis would interfere with it once dead.

Eh, you can dip it in Ink, couldn't you?

That would be using the rat as a writing implement, not having the rat perform the task of writing.

 

Details.

Yes, you could probably use details to write with, actually

*glues you to the hull of the shuttle*

 

*blows it up*

*parachutes out of the darkness*

*and into the waiting jaws of a shark*

...*who is my bff!*

*which stands for Big Ferocious Feast-uponner*

Death comes unexpectedly!

 

...and sometimes not-so-unexpectedly.

This is Fiddles, chica, the reylerverse; death should never be unexpected.