Aight, F*ck It! Cooking Show Time!

Holy shit...

They know my name?

This is fucking insane!

I have to calm down; I have to calm myself... Fuck! I can't! My hands are shaking while I clenched the door handle as firmly as I can. This is not working at all! There's just supposed to be two pieces of white towels in this room, and then someone will fall down or some shit! It was supposed to be a super fucking easy area, but why the fuck is there like... a hundred rat people inside there!? THIS IS FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE!

Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of metal whirring inside of the room with a few metallic beeping. This was then accompanied by the agonizing screams, grunts, wailings of the many rat people inside of the room. Nevertheless, the sound continued as we all heard what sounded like bones cracking, people screaming, and... a person clapping?