/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\
Choose Your Own
"Andrew," I cried through my struggling lips, "The mouse..." Andrew turned around just as the mouse reached the bottom of the stairs. Then he let out a shriek that I will never forget, because it was the last thing I ever heard. His womenly, ear-piercing shriek ripped through the air causing me to go deaf. We both ran for our lives but unfortunatly we forgot that we were both in a basement. After a few feet I plowed into the wall, and Andrew next to me. We backed into the corner, but it was no use, we were mouse food. I felt the mayonniase-smelling saliva start to digest me as my brother and I were slowly engulfed.
Ben, unfortunatly, this was not your fault. I wish it was; I could have laughed at you. However, in this case, I will still laugh at you, because I, Jeremy, the omniscient narrator, knew well in advance that Andrew could not handle my mayonnaise. And thus you see, that you will always die. However, three days later, you and your brother are both found in large mouse-dropping. After being revived and de-stenched, you live out your lives happily as twin hotel bellhops.