It's 3 am and you find yourself cleaning up the local sumo area. The stench of sweat permeates through the area from sumo wrestlers and attendees alike. As you smooth out the clay of the dohyō, you can hear some thumping echoing from deep within the stands "Must be a rat of some sort" You tell yourself as you continue with the monotonous task. A loud belch is heard with is swiftly followed by a raspy fart. urrRPPphh... toot... "M-must be a very fat rat, I guess..." A giant shadow looms over you as a foul stench reaches your nostrils. You turn around and are greeted by a very pale sumo wrestler with a very wide permanent grin "Go to sleep..." The sumo wrestler says with a serpentine hiss as he brandishes a kitchen knife, sweat gushes from his body, causing a small puddle to pool underneath him