Marcy was mulling around in the breakroom when she heard the sounds of a scuffle coming from one of the offices... She knew curiosity killed the cat (it was one of her mother's favorite phrases) but this job was getting wierder by the minute, and there was no telling what might be happening.<br/><br/>Sadly, by the time the mouse-girl had scurried down the hall to investigate she found that the office door had been shut and locked. There were no key holes to peep through, so Marcy was about to go back to the breakroom when she heard a thud that sounded like someone being tackled. Curious again, she leaned against the door to have a listen, and managed to catch the tail-end of,<br/><br/>"... sticking mousetraps in the mail bag! So allow me to register my complaints through my actions!"<br/><br/>*Huh? Are they complaining about me already...? But I just got here! Prejudice!* Marcy thought to herself, and then another more subtle noise caught her attention. She had no idea what it was... It sounded a little... wet?