Squeaker Reduction
"It's the Mickey Mouse, club house!" There he was, about a quarter mile away
From the bush I was hiding in.
"Come inside, it's fun inside!" I put down my binoculars and took out my Gewehr 98 sniper rifle then loaded it up.
"It's the Mickey Mouse, club house!" That dreaded rat. I got in position and gazed into the gun's sights, I was only aiming for the leg because he needed to last longer. I had plans for him.
BANG!
Everyone cleared the area in fear of being the next one to go down. Lucky me. I packed up my stuff and dashed toward my wounded target, dragging him into the garage and duct taping him to the table. I made my way to the toolbox to see what I had to work with, ignoring the muffled screams of the taped up mouse. There were only a few basic tools in there, but luckily I brought some of my own torture instruments. I noticed a container marked fuel in the corner, perfect. I brought the red can back to the table, eliciting several more moans of terror from the annoying mouse. I took off the lid and stared drenching every inch of his short black fur in the brown flammable. That was just preparation. I took a handful of nails and a hammer from the toolbox then started driving the sharp metal into his shoulders and summoning more blood, which then mixed with the blood from his leg. I came to the decision of making his lower body receive equal pain, next taking a saw out and setting it at the line where his shorts ended. I started dragging the blade back and forth, tearing the flesh apart and creating a new fountain of blood. I soon reached the bone and started sawing faster to get through, eventually cutting far enough to discard the reddening limb. I realized that Mickey was asleep, and thus started searching through my bag for a syringe filled with clear yellow liquid. I jabbed the irritating mouse with the shot of adrenaline. As he woke I poured a small amount of acid into his eyes, making the mouse start screaming even louder. I pulled out my bag a couple of adjustable wrenches and tightened them around his wrists until I heard the delightful sound of snapping bones. Next I took out an oversized battery and some alligator clips. I attached one end of the clips to the battery sending sparks to the other end which I shoved into his mouth, burning his mouth and electrocuting the rest of him while rendering part of his brain useless. For the second time I picked up the hammer, but this time its purpose was different. I slammed the deadly tool into his chest repeatedly, making the majority of his bones shatter. I finished him off by tying string around his neck and trailing the rest out the building. I lit a match and lowered it to the fuse and soon lighting up its destination burning the nearly dry oil and what was left of the rats body, killing the annoyance and completing my mission.
Mickey Mouse has been eliminated