"It looked like it would work. There were diagrams and shit, like you see in movies sometimes. The only thing that bothered him was that the print was red; some schmuck’s idea probably to make it scarier or something.
He read it over until he had the basics down.He smiled when he spotted the mouse.
“Bart!” he called. “Come here boy! I got somethin’ for ya! Somethin’ I want you to do.”
Bart sidled in, his green eyes lit up and the mouse was fucked. Two good swipes and it was dead. Louis was delighted.
The time had come. Put up or shut up. Louis closed his eyes and said the incantation only nothing happened.
He was determined to go and ask for his money back when suddenly the mouse stirred. It didn’t have much of a head left. What was there was bloody and mushy but the little fucker stood up anyway.
“Welcome back, little fella!”
(END OF EXCERPT)
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