Max, the surprisingly less sanity damaged of them two, took the lead on the First Questions Department:

“So y-you are t-the -the -t-the… the-”

Well, he sure TOOK THE LEAD… sort of… well HE TRIED, AT LEAST.

“Yes, Max, I am the Ratman, or O Homem Rato, as some call me. But I would prefeer you to call me simply “Rato”. It rolls the tongue better and I belive for you makes it easy to lower the uncanny levels.”

“Hmmm, yeah, I guess it does.”

Mr. Rato adressed Meryl:

“Meryl, will you waste your brillant mind losting yourself in some foolish spiralling? Snap out of it.”

Meryl the Mole finally made it back to reality. With an incredulous tone, they asked:

“how is this even possible?? are you really real, like, for real???”

“Indeed, I am bound to reality and find myself existing in the plane of materia. You are not hallucinating - I am real, “for real”. Now, it is expected from you to hold a considerable amount of questions, and so is from me to offer a table and tea. Would you appreciate it, Max, the Boy?”

“Hmmmm yeah?”

And they sat at the table, while the Ratman prepared the tea.

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