I'm Batman...

[Hector Tusktor]

His eyes shot open as the sound of his alarm clocked blared throughout the house. He quickly got up, following his daily routine which consisted of taking a shower, finding proper clothes, smoking a cigarette or two, and finally grabbing a coffee and watching the daily news. Finally able to step into the kitchen, he poured himself a cup of steaming coffee and took a seat at his kitchen table. He reached over, scooping up the Holo-TV remote off of the counter. He then turned on the TV, flying through channels until he stopped at his desired location. He then just sat there, slowly sipping his coffee and listening to the TV reporter's words. This was going to be a decent day, and Hector seemed to forget all about his illness and this gave him a feeling of happiness for the first time in years.

[member="Robbi"]

 

[Robbi]

Meanwhile, [member="Hector Tusktor"] could hear a small sound just over the drone of the holovision. A few small crunching sounds, like someone eating a cracker, and then silence. A few moments passed. And the sounds came again. Upon closer inspection on the noise, Hector could discover that th enoise seemed to be coming from one of his cabneits... Closer inspection after that would show a tiny hole in his cabneit door, where it looked like the wood had been scorched and burned. Crunch. Crunch. The sounds continued behind the shut cabneit door, oflloewd by a tiny belch. Crunch. Crunch.

 

[Hector Tusktor]

He heard a strange noise, then it stopped...then happened again. "What the kark!?" He climbed out of his seat, quickly muting the Holovision. He listened carefully, and heard it coming from what seemed to be the walls...no, the cabinets. However, he found no holes and instead, quickly went to retrieve his firearm. Returning back to the cabinet, he popped in a clip, switching the safety of the weapon to off. He slowly raised the weapon, reaching out to the door knob. "Damn rats...gettin' into my house...ruinin' my food!" He nearly shouted. He then gripped onto the handle of the wooden cabinet, tossing it open with his right hand, his firearm in his left hand.

[member="Robbi"]

 

[Robbi]

Robbi, who was sort of sitting on his legs and holding a half eatenc ookie nearly as big as he was with both hands. slowly looked up to [member="Hector Tusktor"]. So this is who bought the cookies! He had great taste! The Vespert smiled, showing a row of tiny fangs, and held out the half-eaten cookie as if to offer him a bite.

"Want some?"

 

[Hector Tusktor]

His gaze fell upon the rat...thing. "What the feth are you!?" He shouted, quickly increasing his grip on his handgun as he leveled it with the creature. He had obviously never seen something like this before and he had an urge to shoot it. After hearing it speak, he quickly slammed the door shut once again, debating to contact pest control. Last time he had contacted 'Pest Control' a large 6'4 Devaronian with a revolver showed up, it was quite odd. However, he decided to wait, discover this creature's intentions and decide if he should shoot it.

[member="Robbi"]

 

[Robbi]

Spoiler

Robbi blinked at the cubboard as it shut in his face, and took another large bite of cookie. The cookie-man had a big gun... He probably didn't like soemone stealing his cookies. But they were so good! Why didn't he want to share? Either way, he probably should leave before the cookie man tried to shoot him.

A second after [member="Hector Tusktor"] shot the door, Robbi jumped out of the little whole burned into the cubboard. "Bye cookieman!" A split second later, the tiny vespert was flying to the nearest window.