Everytime I see a teemo I sit and stare at it's rat-like face. I stare in contemplation and reflect on my entire life's work leading up to this point. I stare and ponder, the feel of regret for every decision I have made fills my lungs as the oxygen escapes from within me. I'd rather be sent to the sulfuric void of the underworld than to have to face this demon. I'm sure the Devil's pitchfork piercing my skin will be a delight than to have to play against whatever Riot decided when creating teemo.