I was not there......I only heard the stories. The first story says that this poor, defenseless rodent was minding his own business searching for food in the Psucklone line when the wrath of Ed appeared. He was so traumatized that he just had a heart attack right there.

The second story claims that this little guy hitched a ride from Jersey to L.A. in Ed's carry-on luggage to have some fun in the sun and meet up with some rodent babes, including a few hotties he met online from the Annual Hamster Wet T-shirt Contest. ;-)

Sources say he was broken by the time the plane landed in Los Angeles, but escaped Ed's carry-on, running like hell to Magic Mountain and expired while waiting in line with one of his rodent hotties for Psucklone.

The third story claims that the poor guy was a Cali native and liked to hang around the Psucklone queue...mostly to terrorize guests and steal their funnel cakes and french fries. Other sources say that once he saw Ed he became dizzy and fell onto the tracks of the Psucklone, only to be knocked to his death.

The fourth story says that the fucking rat died of sugar shock from TOO many funnel cakes.

Whatever happened, Ed was there and the rat was broken. lol.