I think it's hiding from the roaches and general twitching detritus. They say even rats have standards.I don't know how anyone can sit through the entirety of these meandering screeds.
The only thing remotely enjoyable is the rat on the picture frame. I like to think it's real and it followed him home from the dumpster behind Aldi's, mistaking him for the Rat Messiah.
We all know neither will happen. Tom will make up some excuse just like he does for touching kids and dogs.According to Tom at the end of the year either his space friends come and collect him, give him his magic space vagina, devour and shit out his enemies, etc.
Or he kills himself.
Tick tock Tommy.