He who seeks pies and rides motorbikes. One cannot simply decide to BE a pie-rat; there are rituals to be performed and only other pie-rats can tell you if, and when, you have become a pie-rat.
'Slime looked at the grey skies and knew that today was a day for a pie. He started his Harley and headed south. Yes, the journey would be long, cold and not a little dangerous but there was a pie to be eaten and it had to be done. He is a Pie-Rat and it is the law'.