What If?

Confined to barracks again- a tummy-troubled child being the reason..
A good opportunity to raid the Arts and Crafts box...
I love stickers...

So, the story (roughly modelled on a very possible alternative post-Valentines sitch....

Rat1: "Herrow, Dear..."
Rat2: (busily hoovering the Butterflies Of Domestic Bliss): " What fuckin time do you call this of a Valentines Night to be coming home?"
Rat1: "But Dearest Rodent of mine, I brought you flowers which I romantically won just for you at the Texas Holdem in the Golf Club......"
Rat2: "You can take you, and your poxy Two-lips, and your pet skunk, the fuck (BACK-KICK) out of here, and dont come back til I tell ya....
Rat1: "But, Sweet-tail.....
Rat2: "I said, GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU RAT-BASTARD!!!! An annyway, Chip already got me flowers, much nicer than those turd-lips you dragged home...
Rat1: (drunkenly brave and starting to simmer, no sign of dinner tonight..."You cannot even see whats going on in front of your eyes, you sterile affront to rodent procreation-You give Vermin a bad name!!!!
Rat2: "At least something with renewable teeth in this ratsnest loves me!!!!
Rat1: "You can keep your fuckin menagerie, you Plague-bearing wannabe FAILURE!!!!! I hope you end up as an EXPERIMENT in someone else life than MINE!!!!!
Rat2: "I would rather die of MAKE-UP then make-up with you, you Norwegian!!!!

Parrot: "Fuck you, Fuck you too!!!!!