Joey quietly watches Sean and Rachael arguing over what to do with the mouse.
        "Yeah right, go ahead and throw chemicals on it and burn it so it can be nice and miserable. Rachael, where the hell do you get these ideas from?" Sean says exasperated.
        "I tell if I find this chemical with Jamie it could dilute the glue. We just have to put the right amount"
        "I don't wanna do that. How about we burn it with my new lighter? It's like a damn blow torch. It'll probably burn its skin right off, man. It'll take less time than finding that chemical you think will get the glue to release, and probably end up doing the same thing." Sean grins.
        "Sean, you're sick." Joey interjects from the sidelines.
 Rachael loses herself in her thoughts for a while, "Well," she says eventually. "Yeah, you might be right, it's just a random theory. I guess it's stuck for good." She looks  at the cute little mouse again. "Whatever,"  her voice quivers.
Sean looks up at Rachael,
        "Hey Rache, lighten up. I wasn't really gonna burn it. Some lighter torture perhaps?"
          "Yeah, anyway, I gotta go upstairs. see ya" She leaves the kitchen.