[I]Disgusting humans, [/I] the Fridge thought as he threw his icicle-sword to the side of the room, where it would eventually melt, now out of the frozen beings hands. The suit of armor began to slowly trudge down the corridor. It eventually came to the bodies of three ice rats, their white fir stained red. [I]These humans must have been competent fighters,[/I] the being mused, being able to fight off three angry, huge, and inherently aggressive rats wouldn't be an easy thing to do. This made the Fridge wonder, [I] Why would idiots such as these travel to my lair!?[/I]. It eventually came to the conclusion that there was some other reason than to get rich that the humans came. [I] Perhaps there will be more.[/I] With that thought, The Fridge examined his lair, searching for ways he could make traps, or other creatures than the ice rats that it could manipulate to defend himself. The Fridge resolved that it was going to be ready.