Stainless Steel Rats. We have played our last gig, sung our last song.
investigation began.
inspiration. Came up with the best I could do at such short notice.
do they know about us?
Possibly. But we do know that they are rated on top of the galactic
pressure of the days. I looked around at my musical rats and realized
this next song to the concert master himself, Svinjar- He nodded
way?
I know a lot more than that, he said pressing the beard and
Sit, he commanded. Behind us was a clank and rattle, a hiss of
No, of course it couldnt be. The man at the bottom of the pool has