I have a mouse in my house, and his name is Todd. Todd scurried into our lives late last night and, to my knowledge, has been a member of the apartment family ever since. Unfortunately, Todd's partial attitude and pessimistic mind-set have gotten him voted out of our tribe by a small margin.
(mouse trap behind fridge, eek!)
Todd tried to turn it around on us, claiming, 'it's not you, it's me.'
Oh whatever, Todd.
We were just too good for you, too clean for your liking. Well, you'll never get any of MY cheese and peanut butter. In lieu of a proper funeral, we're coordinating a capture and dispatch, straight over to Tony's place, our semi-ficitonal neighbor across the shared penthouse veranda garbage alley.
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