I can look back in my memories and see a giant metal fist honed in on my face. And people say that I'm angry. That's bollocks. I'm disgruntled but I do manage to keep my wits about me, at the very least.
Between you and him? If he wasn't nutters? Best of luck to you, is all that I can say.
As for your rat? I haven't seen that flapping purple fiend of yours, Pryde. If I did, and if we caught sight of each other, then there would be a burned trail behind the both of us as we tried to kill one another. I wouldn't be sitting at my desk, happily chainsmoking with an extraction fan to suck the smoke out the ruddy window, and typing this right now.
You need to have that creature micro-chipped and under 24 hour surveillance monitoring.