There's gotta be some kind of poison or trap to deal with this.

You're a single guy. You go out on a stroll, on your own or with some friends, to whereever it is people go.

You go to the mall, some kind of bar, movies, whatever.

And there you see the most gorgeous young thing you've seen in weeks.

To me, that'd be a roundish young woman, my age, maybe 5'2"... 135 pounds. Short dark hair, a pair of lips rings and some deep, dark eye makeup. A pair of glasses slapped on her face, making her look like she might possibly be a bright little bulb. So yes, whatever your fancy, you're reaching dangerously high immediate infatuation levels. And your head starts racing... what to say, gotta say something, what to say...? "Ooh, I got it! I'll just go over and..."

But then everything stops.
Your heart and mouth drop in unison. You rub your eyes and damned if it isn't true, damned if it isn't right there, big as life and twice as ugly.

You spot the vilest, most disgusting creature to scuzz it's way around the humanoid populated portion of earth.

You see the rat-boy.
Actually, it's even worse than that... you see *her* rat-boy.

The rat-boys. You've all seen them. Big, fat, furry unabrows... giant buck teeth... bad bad BAD facial hair, whether it be in patches on their cheeks or a couple of wavy lines around the mouth. They have bulging, buggy eyes. Their clothes are big and baggy and loose to hide their scrawny bodies. They have big gold and silver rings and backwards hats. They're irritating, charmless, stupid, annoying, idiotic and somehow...

...somehow they steal all the decent looking women.

Fucking rat-boys. I mean, you're all probably ignorant hags anyhow, right... but still, what is it about them? Why do you female people enjoy them so? Do their constant calls and cravings for cheese amuse you? Do their tails do something special in bed, like wind their way up your ass in some delicious fashion perhaps? Is it a good feeling to kiss someone who's mouth is made up of just a wall of buck teeth?

Oh no, but it's what's inside that counts.
Fuck that! What's inside their wallet, maybe, but not inside them.
I know what's inside them. All there is inside them is a couple of pennies they swallowed, a questionable plethora of diseases, and a little voice that has track 6 of the Greatest Hits of the Male Mentality on repeat going, "I want pussy, I want pussy. Eat pussy n' leave, eat n' leave.". That's what's inside these guys.

I just don't understand, and really... I'm not sure I want to.