Scene opens:
Mom comes downstairs skin a-crawling and cringing. : Um, boys, who wants to take care of the mouse in the attic?
Jay: Um, Neil'll do it! *shivers*
Neil: *indignant squeak* No I so won't!
Mom: Neither of you? Crap. Oh wait, Rae!?
Rae: In the kitchen!
Mom enters kitchen : Um, there's a mouse caught in the trap upstairs by it's neck, and, well
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