Laughs, smiles, and stitches
Wearing my lab coat from the day before, I trudge into the kitchen, my hairless cat, Brad Pitt, trailing behind me. I start a pot of coffee and pour myself some cereal. I pour some milk into a bowl for Brad Pitt and dump the contents of the coffee pot into my cereal. Cereal in hand, I transition to the garage where my test subjects are waiting. I sedate the protesting mouse and use my tools to carefully remove its brain. As I cut apart the rest of the mouse, I feel giddy. But my had doesn't stray from my work. I work cautiously and silently. Poor wittle mousy wousy. Haha. Finally I step back and admire my handiwork. Each of the mouse's organs are laid out neatly directly above the place on the mouse's carcass where they would have been, were they still attached. I leave my empty cereal bowl on the table next to my mouse friend and leave through the front door. If don't want to get caught, I better leave now while the residents are still asleep.