Nich's store did well enough for him to make a living off of, but the store rarely got this busy. The poor rat hardly knew how to handle all the customers. "Excuse me for a moment, will you father? Hello, hello! Welcome! I'll be with both of you momentarily. Just need to finish up some business with the father and-- Oi! Not so rough on the door! If you break it then-- A fire!? Oh dear, I'd better let you go, father. I'll be here when you get back. Don't worry, I won't up and disappear like that watchmaker. Now then..."

The priest rushed out of the shop to tend to the church, and Nich was able to turn his attention to the other two... He locked eyes with the creature sitting on his counter. It was a dainty little thing, and most people would have found the way it picked at Anzo's cheese sandwich adorable. But, Nich saw razor sharp claws and voracious fangs tearing at its prey. The rat took a step back away from the beast as he desperately tried to maintain his pleasant salesman's mask. [i]It's just a house cat. We're prepared for this...[/i] "I-I'm s-sorry... If you t-two will e-excuse me for j-just a m-moment..." With each word he took a step closer to the back of the store, and finally slipped into his back room.

There was some rustling, muffled grumbling, and a crash, but a few moments later Nich emerged clutching what looked like a fishing net. He crouched low and approached his counter with silent footsteps, apparently ignorant of the fact that he was plainly visible to the cat. He stood a few feet away, hoping the sandwich would keep the beast distracted and raised the net. His hand was trembling, but he took a deep breath and pushed a button on the handle of the net. Suddenly, the handle extended, putting the cat right in range. In one swift motion, he brought the net down, shrieking, "Begone ye vandalous beast!"