[Shampoo McGrath]

"What there's two of you now?" Muttered Mr. McGrath, holding his belly with his hands as he laughed out loud. He looked around briefly, but his gaze returned to the goggled rodenti as the little critter spoke of praying and idiocy. His pride was stung slightly, but soon he realised that the ratta's brain was probably not big enough to understand these things. There was a reason the Gods had decided to have them live underground for most of the brightening, after all.

Pity kicked in. "I see... you have no idea where you are, do you?" He asked, partly concerned but still mostly amused. He was about to ask where the ratta had come from when someone rudely interrupted the conversation. A look to the side showed that ignorance had decided to send in the cavalry. Shampoo sighed deeply. Why did he always attract people who were concerned with others? Perhaps some brightening he would be lucky enough to find a repellent.

"Serale little lass," he began, his mind already trying to find a way to get rid of her. Mr. McGrath wasn't a people person, he was more of a no-people-at-all person, and this was extremely evident in his social behaviour since it was, in fact, not social at all. "Shouldn't you be in school?" he finally decided. "Or did you skip school to come looking for your hairy friend of sorts?" The pleasant mood, it seemed, had left the scene in a hurry and was replaced by the more common disinterest that considered itself Mr. McGrath's closest friend.