"There goes another one, ran right under the stove." Joey lazily points the carrot he's nibbling
on at the little gray ball of fur scurrying across the kitchen floor.
        "Where? Where? Just let me lay eyes on the sucker and I'll teach it how to run around my frat's
kitchen." Sean jumps up and runs to the stove.  He's on one of his passionate "I have a mission!" trips again.
Great.
        "Chill out, man, it's just a mouse."
        "Ok we gotta get a plan ready. Hmm. Ok, you throw something behind the stove, and when it
comes out, I'll squash it with the frying pan. Yeh. Hehe. Cool."
        "Sean, buddy, it might be easier to just use a glue trap. We have like a whole box in the basement."
        "Oh, yeah, right. Then we could even catch like two or three. What would I do without you?"
Joey is about to reply when he realizes that Sean was already running downstairs..