You are the wife of a rat lady. Her name is Collette. You live in America, and she came from Paris, France. She’s not adjusted to this country and remains home to cook and clean. Unfortunately, you forgot to use protection and now she’s pregnant with twins.

She often has cheese cravings and she has an expensive taste. She’s also immensely dramatic and rather pitiful and pathetic. She loves you though, and is just coping with her adjustment to this new life of being an American mother.

One day, you get told by your boss to go home early because your wife called him and said it was an emergency. Upon arriving home, you see Collette laying on the floor, hand rubbing her pregnant, and chubby belly. Along with crying pathetically and pitifully, again…

“Ratbro, terrible news! So terrible, I couldn’t even muster the strength to call you on the Rat-Phone!”

You come to her attention, wanting to know what’s wrong.

“We… we are out of cheese!”

You immediately lose any sense of dread or panic you had before.

“I feel myself weakening every moment that goes by without some! Our twin children inside me are crying out, also!!”

her belly gurgles, both from pregnancy cravings, and her own fat belly wanting food.

“Yes, the expensive kind we bought last time…”

you present her with an American cheese slice packet from inside the fridge.

“N-no, the American fake cheese slices, they are insufficient!”