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Hee-hee! Yo, it’s ya boy Michael Ratson, the King of Pop...corn theft! Smoothest rat in the sewer, moonwalking through mousetraps like they ain't even there. While y’all stuck in the basement, I’m out here climbing pipes, dodgin’ exterminators, and dropping albums—AND droppings—wherever I please. My tail got more rhythm than your whole family, my fur shinier than your future. Some say I sold my soul for cheese... but nah, baby, I was just born bad. Now excuse me while I shamone my way outta this rat race. Ow!