). I look over and there's this three foot long giant rat staring at me with these huge buckteeth. Otto goes flying after it and grapples with it. I shout "Otto, no!" and he releases the rat, which runs away. I immediately regret making Otto let go of the rat, since now I have no idea where it is. Then I find a WWII-era rifle in my hands and start shooting wildly at my walls, hoping I'll somehow hit the rat. I take out several of my prized golf trophies before waking up. 