The listkeeper hears thumping at the door and opens the peephole to peer outside.
"Is that
whining I hear, from a Ruger lover? Tsk tsk, Irish Tom, I should make you stand out in the cold while I welcome Wily Yankee to the RATS!"
The peephole closes and the front door opens.
"Wily Yankee, you are RATS number 219! Come on in, welcome to the RATS Hole!"
She opens the door wide enough for Wily to scurry through, then stares at Tom.
"We don't do much recruiting, Irish Tom. Mustang Gregg kinda figures that if folks love their Rugers, they'll find us eventually, just like you did!"
She stands silently for a moment, then winks and opens the door for him.
"Come on in, RATS number 220, and welcome!"
AnnieLee