malik the ninja mouse - "the exterminator"

they call him 'the exterminator'. malik figured it was only fitting to go up against a fellow professional. besides, finishing off the three chumps was going to be a walk in the park. now, at least, he had somewhat of a challenge. or so he thought. the exterminator had come and gone, only leaving traps in areas where malik had left his trade mark. malik wasn't even in the building when this all went down. he was at the corner bodega, getting some smokes. when he returned, he realized what had happend. "what the hell?" he wondered. "this is the best you could do? a stupid mouse trap?!?" he yelled out indignantly. he knew it was no use. these neanderthals probably have limited communication skills. malik had only seen a few sparks of intelligence from the targets. most of the communication between the three seemed to consist of swearing and occassional flatulence. so malik figured he would have to put it into terms that they would understand... "DONT FUCK WITH THE NINJA MOUSE" malik said repeatedly as he went into action. he went to the first shelf in the kitchen... then the second... and finally the dining table. the next morning, malik came out of his ninja lair to find one of the thugs standing kitchen. it was the tall, pasty looking one, although today, he was even paler. "hey! come out here!" he said in a high-pitched, almost girly, voice. his smaller allies came out of their rooms, wondering what was going on. "dude, its everywhere..." he said. "what?" they replied in unison. "the mouse crap... i think we've been fucking with the wrong mouse..." pasty said as he began to wet himself. malik smiled. he knew that even if he did walk up to them and give them the finger, it wouldn't have had the same effect as this. "thats right" he thought "now you know who you're screwing with..." what else is in store for our hero and his adversaries? tune in to the next episode: "the showdown"