One Night at the Imperial Motel

Treasure drear raining I so fear my rat A small, hairy wallet bites It is Hairy and Angry. It has two Sharp fangs An aggressive attitude When it eats I feel frightened At the perfect rat. Ah, the Imperial Motel. The height of economical luxury. If you dont mind the inconvenience of possibly stumbling into different dimensions. And the rats. Our hero just wants to find his wallet and catch a bus out of this place. Help the hapless youth as he wanders across realities, making. . . "friends". . . a...