He was a man of utmost character and principle.
He wouldn't budge when asked to clean up his act.
He wouldn't flinch at the thought of laying down his wares with other works of his which were (and still are) a constant threat to the two lab rats existing in the vicinity.
He was a man from the early years - closest to nature (naked) when left alone. Almost (naked?!) there, when the two lab rats were around.
He could never be bracketed into the realm of cleanliness, but could always be relied on to ‘bucket’ his works of art.
Such a man he was, such a plan he had.
The public relations rat (who has been drafting budget and event action plans for his brother rat’s birthday) has paid a flowing tribute to Him :
We don't need no stinking bedroom,
We don't need no Potter soul.
No potti shotti in the bathroom,
M***i, leave us kids alone
(Hey M****I!! Leave us kids alone)
All in all you're just another poop on the wall;
All in all you're just another poop on the wall.
