|Before dying, the mouse said, "It's not my fault that I'm born a mouse".|
|Now that I'm a mouse, I do what mice do. I can't help it. Thank God you're not a mouse.|
Mouse: Are you really gonna kill me?
G: Lemme think about it. Ummmm... Yeah I'll have to, sorry about that. I can't trust you running around with all my clothes and books scattered all around. I didn't invite you, did I?