Rick had been lounging in the area of the sewer that he called home, waiting for word from an affiliate who promised him a few free meals. He'd never missed a meal when his body called out for hunger, so naturally he jumped at the chance for a few live meals. After alerting the lizard where to find his meal, Reoku ran back into the night, wanting to stay as far away from Rick as possible. If his nose burned when he was this close, there was no way the catboy could stand him once they met face to face.

Not long after Rick emerged from the sewer, two exhausted Vore Patrol officers made their way from headquarters, walking by an alleyway that they usually passed every night after they got off of their shift. This night brought a change, though, in the form of a horrid stench, causing both officers to stagger a bit. They grimaced to each other, looking into the alley to see what the cause was, but by then, it was too late. Rick had already gotten into position behind the officers. There was only one thing he had to do to capture them: touch them.

Through years of living in the dark, dank sewers, Rick's body had undergone a mutation to where his body began a symbiotic relationship with the slime that slithered through the wretched place. It seeped into his skin, giving him a constant shimmer as if he had just gotten out of the water. He could secrete this slime at will and use it to his advantage, even making it do his bidding. The slime could digest and dissolve prey by covering them, and seep back into Rick's body to give him the nutrients and energy from the meals. This was the lizard's plan for the two officers.

Before the officers could even realize they have been grabbed by a clammy, clawed hand, the vile ooze was already flowing over their bodies, cocooning them in the horrid-smelling slime. Their muzzles were the first to be encased, so their screams wouldn't attract any unwanted attention, and before long, the two helpless officers found themselves down in the sewers, where no one could save them. The muffled cries and screams of the two officers echoed in the small area where Rick lived, but that was about all they could do. Out of curiosity, Rick reached into one of the cocoons and ripped a patch off of the officer's uniform. He wouldn't be needing it anymore, that was for sure.

"Hmmm...Vore Patrol, eh? Well, looks like that's a company that's going to be short two employees...and maybe more now that I know where they reside...." The lizard chuckled, watching as the cocoons were finally turning into nothing more than mounds of the foul goo they were made of. With sickening squelching and slurping noises, the blobs of goo climbed up Rick's body and began to seep back into his skin, where the nutrition and energy of the two officers could be transferred to him. Perhaps next time he'd give an officer a first-hand view of his stretchable stomach...