Dirge for my friend, Ratt Strychnite

Ratt Strychnite came from another culture. He choose Canada, and then complained about it. You should feel collectively guilty, now. His misfortune is your fault.

There is no danger of the disease spreading. While handling milk for for the Loyalist Junta Dairy of Toronto, Ratt left unattended in a busy burger joint several crates of expired creme and other milk products. Of course, the homeless attacked the unattended food, even if it was turned milk and or some flyblown Bavarian creme donuts. This caused a health care crisis in The Great City, Toronto. My friend Ratt does not deserve his reputation for clumsiness.

My Friends, please shower Ratt Strychnite with your money. Show you care more about giving than thinking. You may call yourself, Friend of Fenris, when you do.