My brother yelled that there was a mouse in our basement. I screamed and got up on my computer chair. After being told it was a field mouse, I whacked him. First, Mousey hid behind the 360, and thats when my bro noticed. Then, he ran behind the tv when my brother, my and, and i tried to catch him. -_- Oh no, it only gets better. Mousey then found himself trapped between A and B. He ran towards A, and A failed to catch him, tripping and cursing as he went along.
Mousey ran under a couch now, and A lifted up the couch. B tried to catch him, but failed. Again. Mousey now ran under a very old... place-where-you-store-plates-i-can't-remember-what-its-called. We then blocked his way off with books. Thats the best use those books have had. We tried to find mousetraps, and failed at doing so. A is out to get mousetraps, and B is playing Tony Hawk. Mousey is sulking. I am annoyed.
Just needed to vent. If Fircoal (aka Freddy) is reading this, this means I now hate Pikachu too.
