“We can change the world!!”
“We can change the world!!”
“We can change the world!!”
Cried the radical mouse from the bench, next to the statue, in the laboratory maze, dreaming that he was no longer at the first hurdle, the treadmill.
“Yeah yeah”, sighed hot stuff mouse, “Start with me, baby!”
No reaction.
“Come on….get on over here and gimme some of that hot luvin’ BIG boy…”
Still no reaction. She hadn’t realised meanwhile radical mouse returned back to his daily, drug induced, sleep.
“Maybe we just grew tired of waiting games?”, she thinks looking at the lab attendant, dreaming of the celebrity life..
