Ratical rips a long, exposed pipe from the wall, which perfectly matched the height from the ceiling to the floor. He forcefully wedges it vertically into the center of the room, making sudden loud metallic grinding noise as it sticks into place. Giving it a quick test shake to check for stability, he wraps his leg around the cold lead pole and gives a quick, fluid spin to the other side, bending backwards so his head was now facing the onlooking FAF crowd upside down. He extended his arm in a beckoning fashion, looking outward with lidded eyes and a sly grin.
"Mmhmhm... So who wants to..."
The rat's weight caused the pole to shift it's position slightly, enough to dislodge it from the ceiling and topple over spectacularly before clocking him in the back of the head. He let out a weak moan before the concussion engulfed him completely. He thought he felt someone take his wallet.