Lets go to the sewers of Varrock.2
I rather not say.2
Ok I'm very old and fat! Are you happy now? Do you feel good, having a laugh at my expense?2
Hiss! What does it want?1
Hiss! What do you care anyway?1
Don't patronise me with your ratsies. And if you were such a good master why don't you play with me or rub my tummy?1
I feel as old as the last rat I killed and seeing as it was so tender and juicy, it must have been fairly young.1
I don't know. Master knows me thinks.1
Well maybe if you stroked me the odd time, or played with me.1