The rat goes down the chain wallet by wallet, looking for a fee somebody left lying out, and it is very good at telling which ones are not paying attention. It takes one crumb, carries it back to the hole, and everything that makes it home is split on the spot: half to everyone holding $RAT and the rest burns. Get noticed on the way out and the crumb is dropped where it stands.
Hold RUN to move and let go to freeze. The wallet looks up on its own schedule: while the eye is green you can move as much as you like, when it turns yellow you have about a second, and if you are still moving when it goes red you get caught and drop whatever you are holding. Running also makes noise, and enough noise makes it look up early. Grab the crumb, carry it back to the hole, do it eight times.
There is no dashboard, no allowlist and nothing to sign. There is a rat and there is your kitchen.
It goes down the chain wallet by wallet on its own, reading who is trading and how carelessly. Busy wallets leave fees lying around like crumbs on a counter, and it can smell a busy wallet from several blocks away.
One crumb off one fee, in the same block, and then it leaves. It never cleans out a wallet and it never comes back to the same one twice in a night, which is exactly why nobody bothers doing anything about it.
Wallets do look up, usually at the worst possible moment. Anything the rat is carrying when it gets spotted is dropped on the floor right there, and a dropped crumb is gone for everyone, including him.
Everything that makes it back through the hole is split in the same block: half goes to everyone holding $RAT and the rest burns. Nothing to claim, nothing to stake, no forms — you either hold the thing or you are the kitchen.
A crumb has three possible endings and the rat has an opinion about only one of them.
Paid out of every crumb that makes it back through the hole, in the block it lands. You are not staking anything and there is nothing to claim — you are simply on the side of the wall the rat lives on.
Bought back and sent to a dead address before the kitchen light even goes on. Every clean run makes the supply a little smaller and the rat a little more confident than it has any right to be.
Anything he is carrying when a wallet looks up hits the floor and stays there. Nobody picks it up, nobody gets it back, and he has never once gone back for one.
Everywhere the rat has been in the last few minutes, the clean jobs and the ones where somebody looked up at the wrong moment.
Eight wallets run in a night.
