The Neemon tugged on the mouse, it's eyes shut but apparently not having much trouble focusing on him with them closed. Sitting on the throne I tapped at it, annoyed that my meal was taking so long. Was it really worth so much effort. Irritated, I turned and stuck my butt down from the throne pedistol, and let out a thick fart. The neemon gagged, but held his breath and hoped it would stun the mouse enough to catch.