B is for Butters

B is for Butters. Butters the rat. I didn't actually decide on the name until I was trying to think of a 'B' and thinking of foods that start with B, and got Butters. ^^ Which I like a lot.
Butters is from a story/comic I'm planing for waaaaaaaay down the road, but may cameo in other comics.
Got a bit of bandwidth. Mom had to buy it. Huges-net stinks. I'll link the letters later in the week when the bandwidth is renewed.

Short Story about the image time.

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Story
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Butters stood propped up against the glass walls of his prison; whiskers bent to the glass. Another day was about to begin. The lights in the lab were never off, so Butters determined days by work shifts of the scientists. By his calculation today would be the day. The day that absentminded scientist would be on call. The one that wasn't mindful of their weak grip. Oh yes, it should be them, and that would set the first part of the plan in motion. They would pay, yes, all of them would pay for what they did, every last scientist in the facility. First he'd need to be removed from the tank, then he'd struggle free and head for the vent system... Then he'd find Alfred's office. The mental prep of the plan is halted for a moment as the door Butters was watching opened. There was that weak griped, idiot scientist now; what was their name again? Oh well, it didn't matter. The plan would start today...