Jolly Jack Rats

Turning your head, you see a pair of large but friendly looking wererats dressed as 19th century sailors, like something out of HMS Pinafore (as if story 2 didn't have enough Gilbert & Sullivan). The Pyrots take flight.

"Don't worry," says one as they dig you out "We won't 'arm you. Or tickle you."

"We're Jack Rats" adds the other. Then he ses the ring on your toe. "Better get rid of that, It'll make you a target"

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You become a wererat.
it won't come off!

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