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With gratitude and enthusiasm you accept the offering of soup and give it quick taste because you have the munchies. Despite looking quite unappealing it's actually very tasty and not at all poisonous which is refreshing.
"Thanks!"
"Myehehe! Me knew it was good-good."
"Yeah it is. But why did you bring me here after I punched you in the face?"
"Oh. Me was just so happy-glad I finally met a long lost brother me just forgot about all that! Me so excited me heart just wants to yell Garchu!"
"Oh yeah. Because I am a flying rat. That makes sense."
"Yeah! You are a bit weird-disgusting but no matter. Make yourself at home. What belongs to me-me belongs to you as well!"
"Thanks erm-"
"Oh how rude of me-me. Sorry. Me no have many guests to entertain. Me-me Dexter. That's what me mom named me."
"Hi Dexter. My name is Silver. So what's your deal? Why do you live underground? And are you a devil fruit user?"
"Me tell you if you tell me what's a devil or a fruit."
Oh. That makes sense. If he lives underground he likely never even seen a fruit before. And depending on how much contact he had with people he'd have no clue about what a devil is. Which is funny given how the prisoners all mistook him for one.
"But me-me tell you how I got here in hole-cave. Me mom and dad lived above ground. That's where me was born. But mom-dad died-perished when me was little. They told me to live-survive. And me always felt more comfortable in small, enclosed spaces. So me started digging. After me found these fungus-shrooms me realized me could just live here away from the moon!"
"The... moon?"
"Oh yes-yes. The last thing mom-dad told me was to fear the moon. It's the last-only thing I remember from them."
"Aw. I'm sorry."
"Don't be brother! Me happy here. Only must work-do what I want. Me get to grow me mushrooms, tinker with machine-technology and live for me hobby, which is brewing alcohol!"
"REALLY?!"
"Yes-yes! Come look-see!"
Dexter the rat shows you another room where he set up a frankly ridiculous looking machine. It looks like the combination of a junkyard and a playground vaguely in the shape of a machine. It has a bellow that he works like a bouncy pad, cranks that are seesaws and buttons he must operate with a big mallet. But once he's done playing/operating the freakish machine it squirts out a bubbly and foamy liquid that he calls beer. After giving it a taste you conclude that it's not actually bad, if a bit strong.
"COUGH. That's good. REALLY good!"
"See? Me have many mushrooms here-here. They do much! One which makes flames go kaboom, some produce-make light, others are for fun and most can be eaten!"
"Is that how you made those flames?"
"Yes-yes! They burn-kill many things and cook them on the spot! Plus the smell drives away anything that is not dead-dead! But me have to fix gas mask before using them again. Handling fire is not good when fumes are inhaled."
