12 oz. Mouse2005

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Seem like we walked for years right out of that city that was suddenly not on fire anymore from being on fire earlier. With flames.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Few hours in, Joe got taken by a bird. Claws digging into his giant green head. Screamed the whole way up until they both disappeared.

Golden Joe:
[distant] Hey put my ass down you damn feathered bastard--

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
It was nuts.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That night when we were bedding down, there was a sudden flash of light.

[Peanut Cop vanishes out of existence]

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Peanut was gone. Turned around and he was just gone. Not even a burn mark. This is new angel. The hell is new angel anyhow.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Skillet and I kept going. Maybe to get somewhere for some reason. My tongue was cotton, my teeth hadn't been anything but in my head the whole time.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
Then there was this desert. We came upon and I looked at Skillet and said, "Here is this desert".

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
In the desert, things can be tricky. Especially this desert.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
The nights are randomly short here. Kinda messes up your sleeping. But not so much your drinking.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
They built this house with their own spit. Spit in the sand, day and night. Till they had enough mud to make a house. That looks like this. It ain't much on the outside. But it's even more on the inside.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
That's why I've been drinking this medicine. To get drunk and hopefully stay that way for as long as I can.

Mouse 'Fitz' Fitzgerald:
I'm into setting records. At least for now.