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Rat Chef 4 apr. la 17:41 
My belly so full... I'm so full father... I could not fit another bite... I fear I would be sick... Belly so full... My belly so full father... It rumbles for you father...
Rat Chef 16 mart. 2024 la 2:13 
Humpf Wumpf wee wee father, hump wumpf indeed <3
Rat Chef 1 oct. 2021 la 0:13 
I ate little egg. Humpf. Hehe
Rat Chef 8 ian. 2020 la 20:03 
There are things that no man, let alone no child should ever have to bear witness too, but at the end of my journey I feel confident in saying that I have witnessed every horror that mankind is capable of committing or even creating. Although you are cold and distant father I sincerely hope that you have been saved from these horrors, from this life that I have endured... The salvation I found was nothing of the sort, it was a cruel mockery of the word, there is no salvation in this world, everything that was promised to me, everything that kept me going was a lie father... It was all a lie...
Here I sit at the edge of the world, my journey is over, yet I feel no sense of relief. I always suspected that you may have perished long ago, that my words had fallen upon decaying ears, I realise now that salvation is only obtainable if I leave my mortal shell behind and join you father.
I'm coming home... Papa... I'm coming home...
Rat Chef 27 oct. 2019 la 21:26 
As I battle through the long night I fear that I may lose myself once more. The things I have seen in the dark abyss have changed me father, the eternal blizzard wages on and shows no signs of dwindling, the night grows ever colder but your distant love continues to warm my heart, I press on for you father... I press on for you... Surely salvation is close... I can feel it...
Rat Chef 18 febr. 2019 la 23:16 
It was as I feared Papa, mother's milk withered and so did she, I fear I will join her soon, will I become a husk of the man I once was? please help Papa, I don't wish to become like mother. Her body no longer provides heat, mother has given the last of her warmth, thus concluding her usefulness to me. I have grown cold now Father, I no longer need your guiding hand. But I would truely love to feel your embrace one last time... Goodnight Father, the long night approaches and I must prepare.