Office Hours - Thursday
Marshall had laid out a trap for the cockamouse last night. It involved a cage, a stick and a handful of cheetos. Not the most high-tech of traps but Marshall figured if it could work for weirdos who lived in the backwoods of Canada then it could work for him.
He was at his desk doing work when he heard a loud snap and then a rustling noise. Marshall stood up from his chair. There in the trap eating the cheetos was the cockamouse. "Oh. My. God."
"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Marshall bounced up and down with glee. "IIIIIIIII GOT IT!"
[Open! I'll be AFK for a couple of hours later because I'm going to the mall. And, yes, I've been singing the song all morning]
He was at his desk doing work when he heard a loud snap and then a rustling noise. Marshall stood up from his chair. There in the trap eating the cheetos was the cockamouse. "Oh. My. God."
"I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" Marshall bounced up and down with glee. "IIIIIIIII GOT IT!"
[Open! I'll be AFK for a couple of hours later because I'm going to the mall. And, yes, I've been singing the song all morning]