- Johnny Mouse -
It's been 80 years since my dream was stolen from me. If I had listened when they told me to watch my back, I'd be the worlds most famous face. A face that was to be honored and loved by children everywhere.
Featured in countless films, television shows, and on every type of memorabilia, no one would ever forget my poignant ears. But alas, I've lived a life spent performing comedy acts and skits at local bars looking to be discovered - drunkenly slurring words about how I'm the only goddamn mouse in the house that matters. Frustrated by endless nights of performing and a seven day binge on mouse narcotics, I set out to ruin the man who stole my dreams from me. Lazed in my chrome 1974 Panther De Ville, I placed my paws upon the ostrich leather wheel and steered my anger into the body of the man's driveway. Eagerly I sat in the shadows waiting for his light demeanor to pass my dark heart. Cheerfuly I hear him whistle as he walked down his cartoonish world. I was ready to trap him. I am ready to kill Mickey Mouse.