Another day, another chase ending badly for Tom. This time, ending in him having to use crutches after falling down 3 flights of stairs.
'Stupid mouse.' Tom grumbled as he limped to his bed, sore and angry. How dare Jerry trick him into falling down the stairs?! Surely he could've known that before he bolted to the stairs when he saw that smug face.
'Because you don't think, that's why! You see him, you can't help yourself, even when you set a trap! Can't you wise up and actually use your head for once?!' Angry voice 1 shouted.
'Oh? And what do you know about thinking?! What about those stupid traps you keep thinking up? You really think he's not going to keep falling for the same traps involving cheese?! Boy, you sure are an idiot.' Angry voice 2 shouted back.
'Don't call me an idiot!'
'Enough!' Tom smacked himself in the head to shut up the voices.
This was not the time for useless fights with oneself. It was the time to recover, and a time to hatch up a better plan to catch Jerry.