Feed it to a Talkative Rattus-Faber

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From: A Pail of So-Called Snow

Hello, what d'you have there? Ooh, can't say I like the smell. Is it? Is it really? Are you sure? What, even behind my ears at the back? Mm, all right! Have you got a spoon? No, I don't mm mf fmfm mmff...

Unlocked with Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow, 1 x Talkative Rattus Faber, Ruthless 4

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A matter of luck: A long shot...but you might win (success chance: 10%)


Silence at last

Your pet stops in mid-sentence and collapses […] a whitish fluid is already congealing on its skin.

Over the next day and a half, the fluid hardens into a cocoon of sorts. When your rat emerges, no naturalist would recognise it as a rodent. […]

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An unfortunate effect

Your pet spins around, shrieks heart-rendingly and collapses, stone dead. Almost immediately, it begins to deliquesce into pale goo. Quick! a mop!