Not for the nervous.
Its two heads weaved to and fro, and a stickiness drooled from its mouth, as it remembered the taste of human flesh..
The dark rats were restless, tormented by a craving they could not satisfy--but the white slug-like thing that ruled them knew.
They dominated the others, the dark-furred ones, who foraged for food and brought it back to the Lair. -- Daily Mirror The mutant white rat had grown and mated, creating offspring in its own image.
Not for the nervous