Gregory the Rat
Character Synopsis
Gregory was born in a unknown year but is implied to really fucking old. His mom hates him for being an oppressed Morbious fan, among other reasons.
Gregory is a long lost relative of Peacock and has yet to meet her. He has tried several times to get in contact only for Big Band to pick up and tell him to quote, "stop calling this fucking number".
This had resulted in a physical fight outside in front of a Taco Bell parking-lot between Big Band and Gregory. Tommy Ten-Tons recorded the fight and eventually posted it on infamous website WorldstarHipHop.com.
Gregory had got pwnd the fuck out and barked back at Big Band "I'll get you back fucking pussy". Both were later arrested temporarily by law enforcement.
He is also the star of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books.
Career
Gregory has a somewhat successful life, Gregory is the owner of his Hotel "Gregory House" and also has a Taxi service. He's also a rapper, but no one really gives a fuck about it.
Crimes
Gregory has committed several crimes. Gregory's first crime was in 2016 when he had drunkenly stripped naked in the middle of a Walmart while proceeding to scream "Dicks out for Harambe". He has been banned from all Walmarts in America and Canada.
He created a content farm YouTube Channel, showing off kids crude, animated Elsagate content where trending characters perform scatology, abusive behavior, gross out body horror and other degenerate, hardcore and out of place adult themes.
His Diary Entries
In the Fanboy and Chum Chum video game. You can find his diary, with up to 7 entries, depending on how far you progressed the game:
Addendum 1:
"12/06/07
Dear Diary,
I tried this mämmi stuff Hell's Chef forced me to try like he does with any of the food he makes to everyone around him. It looked like tar sat in a pool of cream like a raw egg. I ate it, rancid as James' behavior as usual, and I can still feel it giving me tar poisoning. It made breath like a I had asthma. Horrible stuff. Trying to know why out of all the deserts he could've chosen to recreate one that I can say with certainty: made their nation's people fall in love with salted licorice instead. besides that, James thankfully didn't decide to screw me over whilst I tend to never-ending toiling task of looking after every nook and cranny in Gregory House.
But I getting this sense of dread, far greater than the mammi had given me, far greater than bearing all the lost souls trapped in my hotel. I don't know what it is but it's freaking out my ratty head! The worst part is, I feel it will come in many months later, perhaps even a year. It's one of those terrible feelings that you hope it would come sooner, since you can at least anticipate it. Not this time, oh boy, not this time."