The little rat rubs the sweat from his brow. Looking down on his handiwork.
This little rat had covered an area stretching from krugs to the bottom lane tri-bush in shrooms.
He was quite proud of what he'd done. What he'd accomplished.
He doesn't mind that his entire team has been flaming him for the better half of the last 30 minutes. His mother is a fucking whore. (or so he's heard)
Teemo doesn't mind. He's had his entire team /mute for 10 minutes now.
"This is fine" he thinks.
He knows he's inting. He doesn't care. He's a Teemo. It's in character.
Let's take a look at our stupid little rat friend.
Heh. He's not much to look at.
Just a furrry little bean. His fur ever so matted with the moisture of a hard-day's work.
Fucking. Patrat lookin ass.
Teemo looked proud. Then again... Teemo always looked proud. His furry expression locked in perpetuum, a face of unrelenting aggravation. Teemo is proud of his existence as a little fucking shit. He knows that his sole prescence on the rift is enough to fill 9 people with cankerous fury.
Little did this little rat bastard know, his annoying little life was about to be turned upside down.

TO BE CONTINUED!