I used to sell infinite weed from a magic Mondrian bag—enchanted by a Dutch witch who claimed to own Mondrian’s soul on-chain. One day, the bag vanished. After weeks of searching, I found the thief: a rat. But not just any rat. This one wore shades, smoked my joint, and had the audacity to wink at me before vanishing into the metaverse. Since then, I’ve been chasing him across chains, cities, and sims. He’s smart, fast, and always one puff ahead. They call him the Crypto Rat. And if you see him—tell him I want my bag back. This miscellaneous was created by @ThePhilosopher on May 19, 2025 using the Nifty Island creator tool.