Most monsters would just ignore these nice young people and their polite comebacks. The rat, still dripping a string of saliva that nearly reached the ground before he snorted it up, took a step forth - making its nasty features more visible in the light - and pointed his dusty broom at them.

"HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYIN' AND TRYING TO STEAL SOMETHING?" the rat asked, his confidence a bit shaken... "IF YOU TRY ANYTHING, I'LL BEAT ON YOU WITH THIS THING. KIDS NOWADAYS. YOU'RE MISSING A GOOD WHACKING, IF YOU ASK ME."