A Killermouse is a tiny disabled-looking creature that looks harmless… but has more rotations than a Samsung smart washer on the “heavy duty” setting.
This creature jumps between partners like it’s a competitive
sport.. Not because they NEED to — but because they get
bored faster than a toddler with a dead iPad. They’ll call it “exploring options” or “building experience points” (pure
delusional BS)
Killermice also LOVE blowing shit up.
Chaos is a full personality trait. If something starts getting healthy, stable, or emotionally safe… they’ll hit self-destruct JUST to make sure emotional insurance companies stay bankrupt.
Then they stand there shocked like THEY didn’t press the button.
A Killermouse is:
Small. Cute. Disabled. Psychotically unpredictable.
A public hazard. A hazard to themselves. A hazard to any country.
Emotionally allergic to
peace and simplicity.
Always keeps everyone guessing. Has a disease called “fuck with everyone syndrome”.
