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You can’t generalize! What applies to rats as a whole may not necessarily apply as directly to me! Also, cancel my order for a human leg. I found an alternative solution. *takes spoon* *stashes it* I’ll let you know next time I’m hungry. *hides*

I always loved cheese. This has nothing to do with my current species, I assure you. I thank ye kindly for your cheese donation. Please don’t take it personally, but I’m going to take it and consume in a safer environment than the open air. *hides in @metatherat ’s basement* *saves some Swiss...

*resists urge to nuzzle* Strictly! *scurries away* *opens secret Swiss stash* This goes a lot further when I’m 3 inches tall.

Strictly temporary, I assure you!

*shudders* Not in public, there’s rogue cameras about! I still have some semblance of self con...con... *reciprocates* *quietly*

Self cannibalism? I’d almost prefer my leg go to the derg! In all seriousness, I’m very torn. On the one hand, proper amount of legs. On the other, making Meta happy. Hmmm... Eh what the hell. It’s been a while, I probably won’t die. Here’s hoping the duration isn’t too brutal... *chugs*...

*considers* *pockets potion* Maybe later. The risks to life and limb are great, and I’d rather not die an untimely death. I’m already down a leg, dontcha know. Say, how do quadrupeds deal with losing a leg? The typical “crutch” solution isn’t really applicable, when I think about it.

Unfurred, unprotected skin is very sensitive. Twouldn’t be fair to abuse my human disadvantage, which I compensate for with clothing. And indeed, I believe the reaction “stop, drop, and roll” would be applied were I to suddenly experience any extremely unpleasant stimuli, so in the interest of...

Just stay on the outside of my garments and we won’t have a problem. Noice! I ran as well. Funny story on the treadmill, I tried to pull out my phone to contact someone about something, and I dropped it. It flew behind me and sat on the floor for the next 15 minutes. I kept nervously glancing...

Happy weekend, my non-fellow furs! How does everyone fare on this fine Sunday morn?

I’m conflicted. On the one hand, as a Knight, I’m supposed to condemn pointless violence. On the other, this is Meta we’re talking about. On the other other, this is DGRN Juno we’re talking about. On the other other other, if he’s beating the tar out of Meta, he’s not consuming my remaining leg.

*searches archives* This never happened. *quietly burns some papers in the background* Alas, I am light for bed. Night, non-fellow furs!

Nay, make all the fun of me you want. If I couldn't be the object of ridicule, how could I justify my occasional ridiculing of others? I just insist that, when people do mock me, it be for true things, like how stuck up the Council–I mean, uh, how, er, formal Knights are. Yea.

9 times out of 10 I fight for prey. You've only happened to catch me on my rare predator assistance rounds. Also, wow, the team I fight for usually wins. What does that say about my devotion?

No need. Roughly a sixth of me has already been consumed. I've faced ample punishment for my "crime" of defending the weak.

They can fight for either predators or prey! Personally, I always fight for whomever is losing at the time of my joining the battle.

Have we had a round today?

Perhaps... But the AP exams were at home this year so schools still expect them. Not like the ACT/SAT, which were straight up canceled.

I just got my AP scores back, and my English Lang score was poorer than I was hoping. RIP my ambitious college plans

I remember someone on these forums owning a leech, and yes, feeding it with his own blood. Though I imagine a bat drinking your blood is significantly more dangerous.