Rat Trap/Clover's & Eve's Performance

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Chapter 11: Rat Trap/Clover's & Eve's Performance

Later in Ratigan's lair, Ratigan went over to Fidget, who was already awake. "Fidget?"

"Yeah, boss?" asked Fidget.

"You love Eve, don't you?"

"Yeah, very much."

"Then why did she leave you?"

Fidget gasped. "She what? She would never leave me. I promised to be with her when she needed me most."

"But did she do the same for you?"

"Are you serious right now?"

"Did I steer you wrong? Did I leave you astray? NO! She doesn't love you anymore."

"You know what? I'm going after her to prove you wrong." With that, Fidget stormed off.

"Oh, please," Ratigan scoffed. Then he sang him a song to get him to listen.

The quickest way to break your heart

Make you depressed and ill

Is to get tangled up inside;

The side effects could kill.

Fidget stopped dead in his tracks and turned to Ratigan.

All passion is a waste of time;

A deadly game pour vous.

I am your friend, your cher ami;

I wouldn't lie to you.

Fidget raised an eyebrow at Ratigan, but the rat continued.

If you must love someone, may I suggest?

You love yourself!

Just think it through.

You'll never leave, and you will find

You'll get more rest;

You'll always be as good as new.

Fidget crossed his arms.

Don't miss the most important thing, my friend:

You must be strong, you mustn't bend.

Ratigan snapped his fingers.

Don't talk for hours!

Don't send flowers!

Don't write poems!

Don't sing songs and dance

Beneath the stars that shine above!

Don't fall in love!

"Oh, don't do it," Ratigan spoke and resumed singing.

As soon as your heart rules your head,

Your life is not your own.

It's hell when someone's always there!

It's bliss to be alone!

Ratigan smoked his cigarette, puffing out a heart.

And love of any kind is bad:

A dog, a child, a cat!

They take up so much precious time.

Now, where's the sense in that?

"But you have a pet cat," Fidget reminded him.

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