Talk:Large Mouse/@comment-25095137-20140806201820/@comment-25035274-20140819170152

...I hate being a nice guy.

I creep closer and try to see how she's injured. As I'm looking her over, I start to get a sinking feeling in my gut. Part of it's because I don't see a mark on it. The other part is because every time I touch her she giggles.

The next thing I know, there's mice coming out of the woodwork. They swarm me and carry me off to do God knows what kind of horrible things to me.

...I could probably have made this a story. But I just don't have it in me right now. Blfrargh.