You snatch up the first rat into the net, you had won his little game.  One down, five to go, you think to yourself.  You listen, expecting a high-pitched voice like the last rat.  But, on your left you hear a deep, dull voice so contradicting from the high-pitch you think there is something wrong with your hearing, "Huuuullooooo!" he bellows.  What, is this one going to be NICE to me? you think in your mind.  "Whaaat doooo youuuu waaaant?" his voice is so deep and drawn out you think he is just kidding with you, but the voice continues, "Ohhh, I seeeeee.  Youuuuu waaaant toooo caaaptuuuure meeee.  Weeeeell, I waaaaaas aaaaalwaaaaayyyyys oooooone tooooo plaaaaay faaaaair."  Your head is about to split from the slow drone of this voice. "Naaaaaaaame thiiiiiiiiis haaaare."
-sometimes nicknamed "Algy"
-9th Spring Runner
-Brother of Riffle
-Last name is Swiftback
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