And so, by an overwhelming majority, CyberRat was chosen to be sent through the Crucible.
Uncle Bob held the historic magnum above his head and proclaimed, "I, the defacto Judge Bob, do hereby declare you guilty of being Mafia. And if you aren't Mafia, then whatever. You're too annoying to live."
With that, the crowd exploded in applause as the back of Rat's head burst wide open. It gave that satisfying "squish" sound that made men stand erect and women swoon.
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That night, in a secret meeting, the Reggie Mafia regrouped.
"So, CyberRat is dead."
"Yes, but he was a worthless member."
"I rather thought him worth a laugh or two."
"Shush, you, we all know you had a crush on him."
"He did have a sweet, sweet as-"
"QUIET! We need to restructure our plans, here's what we'll do. . ."
With that, CyberRat's death was easily forgotten.
And No, CyberRat was not THE RAT.