Unused to this ammount of praise, Maurice is content to just sort of sit and blush for a few moments. He hears a strangly familiar voice though. With his ears perked forward, he spots the hopping rat boy.

"Wh..." The last time he'd seen Gregg, Gregg was just a little tyke. They'd talked about weaponizing turkey bones. Had he really been gone that long?

"Woah, uh, hey dude. L-long time no see?"

Was he losing his mind?