It was a very attractive vehicle but Albert wasn’t interested in it. He was staring at the minuscule, fluffy rodent. The chocolate brown fur glistened in the light. It was exactly the animal he had seen in his dreams: glistening ebony eyes; a pewter, scaly tail; furry caramel ears, jotting out of it’s head; and tiny, fragile paws  stuck out of the rat’s underside. The whiskers were transparent ropes that stuck on the rat’s head. 

The rat began to arouse. It slowly scuttled across the rocks until a whirlpool. Albert followed it. The creature leapt into the whirling mass and Albert likewise. It led into a desert but unlike any other, it was raining endlessly. Albert exclaimed,”Whoa, this is impossible!”

He walked until he met a giant ghastly screen in a ditch. It showed the petrifying details of the daily executions, where an intruder would be buried alive and one googolplex tonnes of pressure would be added on the coffin. 

Molten uranium started to fill the ditch. Grenade hovered in the sky and exploded, sending titanium bombarding at the ground. None of the duo got hit. It suddenly stopped. Micetraps came out of the ground like the living dead…