in which benjamin bowtie enters and exits our lives.

i go to bed around 12. if my homework is done. as i'm wrapping up the father -- august strindberg, i hear a little shuffle. i'm sitting on my bed. and i look down to where the sound came from. behind my room mate's bed. a mouse. a fucking mouse. and at first, i'm like, you've gotta be fucking kidding me, right? but then i realize there is a mouse in my room. and so much more comes with a mouse being in your room. so i start to yell. my door is closed and i'm not near it but i want to get outta there, quick. "MOUSE! THERE IS A FUCKING MOUSE IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" this scared benjamin bowtie (to be named later). and he ran. he was by my desk chair but he moved to behind my desk. quickly. so i make a run for it. and i jump on he#1's bed. and i'm mad cause i'm sick and i was about to sleep. i'm mad because there's a fucking mouse in my room and there isn't even food on the floor! i'm mad because it came from behind my room mate's bed, and she moved out. while visiting the room next door, cool hipster suggests naming it. at this point, i've made her do everything. i won't go back into my room unless she goes first. she puts out bits of cereal and does mouse calls. anyway, i wanted "some name that sounds like it would wear a bowtie." and i opened my strindberg book, and picked benjamin. benjamin bowtie.

also he#1 before i named it benjamin was like is a girl or boy mouse?

and i was like "boy. cause the little girl mouse is busy reading august stringberg. not scaring the shit out of me."

well, eventually benjamin, following our trail left, my room. ended up right in front of the door where i was sitting on he#1's bed. but i gasped and them he ran under the fridge. he kept popping his head out and everytime i wanted to show them that he existed, he'd hide again. finally. he came from all the way out from under the fridge. i should also mention that at this point cool hipster has two plastic containers with which she plans on catching little ole benny. as she is coming with the containers, he escapes. behind the garbages. and the only way out from there, is the door. i watched very intently to see if he had come back into the apartment, but he didn't. alas, benjamin bowtie. i'm sorry if we scared you. but you scared me for two hours and now i'm even sicker than before and scared to walk on my floor (rhyming couplet, thus the end of the act.)