Flint's face dropped as his precious pests died "Hmmm well i need you to come with me." Flint said as he coughed once again "And don't think being cold will save you if you don't come with me i can make you VERY ill" Flint chuckled softly then spluttered into a cough. the rats around him got skittish and more rabid. "Maybe the common cold would do you some good" Flint joked