“**Wait, what are you doing?! You can’t take him on alone!!!” said the scrawny food critique just barely using their fork to pierce the brilliant sliced tomatoes.**

**”How long have we done this… eh, Anton? I mean… our name is literally Anton Ego, how on the nose does that get?!”** the fires swirled into a brutal vortexes. French people feed the building going “WOOO UUU WOOO UUU! WOOO UUU!” this was the sound all French people made when in distress. It was upsetting, as it was unacceptable. Truly the worst of the Europeans. **WOOOOOOOOOOOOO UUUUUUUUU WOOOOOOOOOOO UUUUUUUUU!!!!**

“Rubbished” Anton sighed as he took another bite of Ratatoullie. The flavors completely engulfed him. It brought him back to a simpler timer. A better time. Before 2008 crash. Out of nowhere, Reimei burst from the everlasting flames bursting from the kitchen. Linguini’s flaming corpse dancing and screaming in agony “THIS IS SUS!!!!!” Linguini’s mangled jaw echoed. Remy now in full view of Anton.

“Wow, this place had rats in the kitchen??!! That’s fucked up. Sock-me-bleus!”- he said very Frenchy. Like fuck, you stink, get it together.

**”And will you call an emergency meeeee-” Reimei was interrupted. “I am calling the health inspector. I can’t believe this place has been controlled by sentient rats, what the fuck. My nostalgia doesn’t overcome this…” Anton was typing into his Nokia phone (it’s like 2009 or some shit whatever).**

**Reimi closed his eyes as a single tear ran down, Linguini’s corpse started convulsing like Sasori was pulling the strings. “I didn’t want you to be sus, please understand, but I will do what I must to complete the tasks,”** an army of rats flooded the burning restaurant, jumping on top of Anton Ego, mauling his flesh. He screamed out in agony, his fresh nostalgic memories now nothing more than imagine of terror. He cried our as they went down his throat, his final words “**wwuuuggglblblbbbaaahhHhh!”** meant nothing. The rodents writing in a 10+/10 review for his column.

He cried out once more as the rats buried him into oblivion and the flames chased after. A sacrificed they understood, and longed for. His final moments screaming for his mother, but alas, a food critic gets no mercy. Within the heaps of ashes all the supporting characters approached,

**Not sure if a Pixar sequel was possible. Surely they hopped, they had a supporting character that was a woman. A strong woman! Big nose! Strong woman! What else did you need?**

Linguini tried to choke up worsts of protest but Remy clogged his mouth as more pulled on his hands to do a ‘welcome’ gesture. This show wouldn’t stop. **With Ego’s full review they quickly began the most in demand spot in all of France. Linguini shed a tear as his mangled hands pushed Anton Ego’s corpse into the pasta grinder. Remy smiled.**

“Soon the plague shall be upon us, father, I will finish what you started,” he cried out to the heavens. In the middle of service all the diners looked on “that’s sus!” they laughed. “An imposter in the pasta!” another foolish voice cried. Remy laughed alongside them as he opened the door. A wave of bloodthirsty rats flooded in, as he laughed one more time.

The rats started to maul each person into a fit of agony. Anton was hung up to the back of the restaurant as a testament to his ego, crying out for a merciful death, but they already for the score they needed. “**I wasn’t even really French” he cackled as they all screamed out, CGI rats mauling at their flesh, for PHASE 2 was now complete. The next instance would be far more brutal.**