Scared little detective.
The detective is scared.
Very scared. Mostly, because he is 3 inches tall. He has a good reason to be terrified of everything. Even the slightest breeze could lift him up and send him on a crazy new adventure full of talking animated mice and birds and shit. He hates it. He can’t fucking stand it, he’s so so so scared even the child mice will attack and eat him at any time, he accepts their hospitality and friendship out of pure unbridled terror that any refusal will result in immediate death.
The detective is scared.
Very scared. Mostly, because he is 3 inches tall. He has a good reason to be terrified of everything. Even the slightest breeze could lift him up and send him on a crazy new adventure full of talking animated mice and birds and shit. He hates it. He can’t fucking stand it, he’s so so so scared even the child mice will attack and eat him at any time, he accepts their hospitality and friendship out of pure unbridled terror that any refusal will result in immediate death.