"uh uh!" The rat exclaimed. "I've seen you, you're that guy in the band, Cast Iron Stomachs! Rock stars are always loaded."<br/><br/>The bulldog stomped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Then I guess we're going to have to lighten the load orselves. Ya could have just given us the cash, but y''had to add a beating to the bill."<br/><br/>The rat circled around, making sure Chris couldn't simply run away.