ThinkThought #16 : The Slayer

These past four months have likely been the most graceful and pleasant of my entire life, for the sole reason that my roommates and myself vanquished the plague that had been set upon our house, that being an infestation of mice. After having caught 25, we eventually brought out the big guns (by we I mean our landlord) by covering each corner of our basement suite with Rattack (witty, no?). For four months, we thought ourselves free of these demons, that is, until tonight.

As I was casually playing Pokémon FireRed on my VisualBoyAdvance emulator, I heard the noise that I have become all too accustomed with, and looked up in time to see a brown heathen dart from behind my laundry basket into the hall. I thought I had made it up... perhaps the glory of Raticate's Hyperfang during my battling had rubbed off on me a bit too much. After a quick jaunt with Isaac brandishing a broom as I skirted away like a pre-pubescent girl, I returned to my room in attempts to sleep away the thought of any rodent. That is, until they started scampering, once again, with their little demon feet, attached to their little demon body, and their tiny little demon heads with their disease infested demon mouths.

All that I ask for is that they die.

Last time, we were too easy on them. We let them eat our food, drink our water, sleep with our women, but this time I will not stand for it! No, this time, I mean business. This time, I will rip the unborn mice fetus' from their mother's womb if it's what I have to do.

This time, these hookers die.