So, I am somewhere, conducting business in the restroom, when all the sudden, something slides under the door like blackmail.
As my eyes scan back and forth trying to figure out what just happened. I see a flash of shadow race toward me.
This helped me to expedite the process I was currently occupied with in the facilities and ensured my heart was working correctly.. it is.
In order to exert my dominance over whatever was going to attack me, I let out a kind of shrill war cry of sorts. It could be compared to that of sheer terror, but I assure you, it was meant to thwart any incoming attack and confuse the enemy by letting it know I wasn’t afraid…
Now, I’ve got my feet lifted above the floor because I have still not fully processed what is happening.
Apparently my war cry was misunderstood as an effort to communicate with the enemy, or I was being mocked, I am still not certain.
About this time, appearing beside me, I hear a similar war cry returned.. “squeak!”.
Squeak?
I think it translated to… oh my apologies I didn’t realise this room was occupied or… maybe it was.. this isn’t where I parked my car.
I’m not sure? I’m still trying to sort that part out.
And just as quickly as it came, Mighty Mouse ???? disappeared.
On to check on its next heart patient I’d imagine.. or, maybe to find it’s car.
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