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Rats did not even realize how lucky they were to be counted amongst the dungeon's masters. Why? Because there was now an [i]actual snake[/i] (not you, Salbjörg) slithering amidst them monsters, added to their ranks by a yet another pulse of summoning magic, and yet Rats were none the wiser of its presence. They were so focused on their task of acquiring food that they largely ignored the equipment actively spawning behind them as well, even as a contraption of some sort fell right beside them.

They most certainly would, however, eventually notice the bed, and probably proceed to chew through it in search of a nest. But that was not now.

[i]Now,[/i] there was only the weird floaty angel, and the food it could spawn. It had not yet noticed them, so each rat started to balance precariously on its toes in hopes of reaching higher, turning the Leaning Tower of Rat into an Actively Tipping Tower of Rat. At least, until Schnupfen  appeared and pushed them back into balance. The topmost rat held onto the finger that stroked its head for a moment, using it for support as it readjusted its stance. It tried to move the finger for another stroke just behind its left ear, then gracefully offered it back to the big nosed ghost.

... Who was saying some weird things. [i]Nice[/i] things, which were by definition weird, because Rats rarely got told nice things. They knew this despite, technically, not having been spoken to at all yet since their spawning.

They thanked Schnupfen by each crossing their hands in turn and squeaking. The lowermost rats were already gossiping about their 'ravenous fangtides' and 'multitudes of fur' amidst themselves, squeaking excitedly, until—

The Oracle blessed them with the gaze of its... actually pretty unnerving eye. But Rats had no fear! Emboldened by the compliments they had just received, they got to work in explaining their request in a pantomime performance unlike any they'd performed before (which would have sounded more impressive had they not been so new to the world, alas). 

The Celestial Bread Spawner deliberated for a long time. So long, that it started to make Rats nervous. They were just about to start looking around for Schnupfen — perhaps he could explain that they could not be the 'Tide that Swallows the World' without sustenance — when the Oracle agreed to their plea.

As the dice clacked to the floor — and a few of the rats almost dove for them, thinking they were not the catalyst for the food but the food itself — Rats held their collective breath. Something started to take form. Something long, narrow, and vaguely French. It grew larger and larger, its shadow cast upon the humble Tower of Rat.

In an instant, it was toppling towards them. They closed their eyes, opening their arms and hearts, accepting the fate that was to befall them.  

And when the baguette finally crashed into them, it turned out that a single baguette wasn't all that heavy, actually, and that 'crashing' was a pretty unfitting term for what happened. The baked delight kind of just plopped against them. The Rats looked at each other — and proceeded to devour their rival tower in quite a ravenous flurry of fang indeed.

Except Larry, who had gone after the dice instead.
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