You know the rules!

Yeah this is just creepy.

Without the grandma-name baggage, it sounds like a colloquial name for industrial injury -based PTSD. Like naming yourself Shelshok.

I have so many questions.

Are they surgically implanting the pizza into the patient’s little rat belly?

Or just taking a pizza break in the middle of surgery?

Is this a delivery room and momma rat is hungry?

How did he get this job anyway? Is he a diversity hire? I cant imagine he’s very good at handling those tiny tools.

Are the ears part of the uniform? Or is he posing as a rat? Are the ratdoctors just too polite to call him out for being gigantic and definitely not a real rat?

They can’t text tho.