As Xoxi was nodding off to sleep, Ratatoskr appears and gently yet firmly pats Xoxi's stomach.

[color=8dc73f]"You. Yes you. I wanna talk to you lady."[/color]

Xoxi sits up and stares at Ratatoskr for a minute, before finally saying something.

[color=662d91]"Who are you exactly?"[/color]

Revolting in disgust, Ratatoskr explains the situation calmly and jittery.

[color=8dc73f]"So you're the one who made this weird mice thing right?"[/color]
[color=662d91]"Who? Gyro?"[/color]
[color=8dc73f]"If that's what you call the mouse thing, then yes."[/color]
[color=662d91]"I think I did. Why are you asking?"[/color]
[color=8dc73f]"Now y'see here lllllady. I'm Ratatoskr, the norse god of gossip, and I basically keep an eye on how the races in this world are going, making sure no new ones get created outta nowhere. It was a calm day, then you show up and make this... thing..."[/color]
[color=662d91]"Gyro."[/color]
[color=8dc73f]"Thank you, and now I gotta do more work to recalibrate the thing that lets me watch over everything with. Thanks for that."[/color]
[color=662d91]"...Wait so you're saying I created a race?[/color]
[color=8dc73f]*facepalm* "Yes. You did."[/color]
[color=662d91]"I don't get it-why is Gyro the only one existing then? Shouldn't a lot of them have spawned?"[/color]
[color=8dc73f]"Well you gotta do a process first. So I came to get 'chu so we can do the process, a thousand or something of them spawn, and I can get back to my relax time."[/color]
[color=662d91]"...Okay then. Makes sense."[/color]

Ratatoskr opens the portal, and Xoxi leaves, carrying her valuable things, and her new friend Gyro.