"What?" Came a voice from across the room. The rat man sat on a nearby table, snacking from a discarded a tray of Hors d'oeuvres held up by one of the long wormlike tails hanging off his back. "Ovah already? The nerve of deese jarheads. Ya shoulda heard the kind of shit they was talking just five minutes ago." He took another bite. "God, dis cheese is jus div~ine. Hey vampire boy, do me a solid and pick up that fork next to ya foot. I wanna know if this crap is real silverware."

Rat's still scurried willy-nilly about the room, but the large ones had disappeared deeper into the party hall to seek out the core of the space. He tried not to let it show, but he really was pissed that those hunters had been such a lackluster distraction considering he couldn't move that far from the hole they'd knocked in the walls of time and space. A rat could get in anywhere, but it took constant gnawing to keep this hole open long enough to get back out.