…a rat named Ratatouille who lives in a upmarket Parisian restaurant run by an eccentric chef.
Let me tell you, I have never met a rat that I didn’t like and then kill. I have met a lot of eccentric chefs that I didn’t like though. Especially the French ones with their French food and French shouting and the French saliva that they kept spitting on my face. So what if I took off my pants in their fancy schmancy restaurant. Rules are for poor people.