*wins fencing competition* My mom: Who is the gold for? Me: my rat. My mom: what rat?! *thinks about Whipple in sweaty silence* That one was for my rat. ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ
Please,,,, you won gold for her,, have some wholesome rat content,,,
(She likes shiny things she’ll wnat to take your medal)