"Where should I begin with all of this?"
In the slightly cramped back kitchen, Heracles sat next to the cabinet, feeling even more restrained than before, as he was now tied to a chair with rope. Across from him was Lorenzo, holding the chinchilla named Polo, with several spoons and forks not far from his hand.
"No worries, I have plenty of time to hear you out, Rat King, Heracles... Forget it, whatever you are."
By now, everything was transparently clear, leaving Heracles no room to play tricks before Lorenzo.
The large rat in his arms lay comfortably, watching Heracles, who didn't know where to start, as Lorenzo curiously asked,
"How about I ask you? Why do you call it the Rat King?"
