Roquefort Cotswold... in space. Rather than land upon a boring spatial body such as the Moon, Roquefort envisions something much greater. A field, suspended precisely between two gravitational pulls of celestial bodies - perfectly balanced within the void. Upon this field, Roquefort would would stake his claim to glory. Donning a brilliant banana yellow and baby blue suit, Roquefort's dazzling uniform would outshine the stars behind him. His strong rat haunches would launch him many a feet into the air, with nothing but the ball to bring him down. With one swift maneuver he would latch onto the ball and allow it's momentum to carry him back. Landed once more, he would prepare for his return. Digging his claws deep into the dirt, his tail counterbalancing his strength, he'd depart. A trail of smoke behind him, with no friction or gravity to hold him back Roquefort would be undeniable. A quick move left, a dash right. Opposing offenders sliding into one another as they attempt to bring him down. With a final dive and somersault the rat wonder would find himself in the paydirt once more. Earth, the moon, space, mars, no stadium is too large for this rat.
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