[Allelujah, darling, what did you think pest control would be like in fantasy hell?? This is nothing so simple as weeding.... You'd need to go up a few levels and ruin your hair considerably more for that. That might be a moot point by now, though, considering they're all of them covered in ceiling dust; word to the wise here -- white hair, like white vehicles, is terrible. Can't take it anywhere.

That is to say, by now you can barely distinguish Nora from the bristling, mud-like mass of the rat in the gloom, but you sure can hear him once Allelujah gets close enough for his words to reach--]

Big words from the guy dancing around like a headless chicken!! [Which might be a good thing, honestly, because both rider and rat are covered in sticky vine sap and if Allelujah wanders too close he might just... get stuck.]

What's your-- [SNAP, goes a vine, to a spray of vine sap and a lurch sideways from the whole ensemble] --big -- idea?!