What's your name, mouse? Mouse:
Oh, gee. I don't think I have a name. Garfield:
Oh, come on, what do people say when they meet you? Mouse:
My name is Eek!
: I hate being mistaken for a rodent
. A mouse. Should you ever hear someone refer to me by that name, skewer him! *Beat
* At the very least, persuade him he is mistaken. Bardon
: And if the mistaken person is a young girl who leaps to stand on a chair as you pass, should I skewer her?
So, whose turn is it to set the traps? Wesley / Gunn: (pointing at each other)
You guys amaze me. You'll fight hell-beasts, but you're scared of rats. Gunn:
Man, I hate rats. With their little beady eyes... Wesley:
...and their beady teeth. Gunn:
And their little tails all woosh, woosh.