The Boss is a very private rat, so he wanted me to speak on his behalf and welcome you to his website and tell you a little about him. The Boss was born in an alley, behind a medical research laboratory that his momma worked at. His poppa ran a kind of, let’s just say “ export business” out of a trash depository in the alley, near their house. When the boss was still a baby, his poppa was killed by a gang of alley cats. See, they was hired by a couple of shopkeepers who didn’t like his poppa “ exporting” stuff out of their cupboards. A few years later his dear old momma passed away, from something related to her job at the lab. The Boss was on his own. After being chased and hit with brooms, shot at, getting pinched and bruised by them cheesy traps, and the worst, having them cats let loose to attack him. The boss vowed to make his mark on the city. He began by getting together with a couple of his cousins. They went around and “ found” cups ,glasses and towels that they then rented to some of the speakeasys that fronted the alley. It was working pretty good until someone tried muscling in on this operation.