If I told him once I told him a million times. I said to him, " Manny, this is not a magical kingdom and your name's not Mickey. So, get out!" You think the message would sink in but noooo. Manny being the stubborn sort just kept ignoring me. Well, a good couple of months have passed and I'm nearly at wits end with him. Rotten little rodent. I tried spring traps only to find the bait cleanly removed and no spring sprung. I put steel wool in every conceivable crevice and notch he could possibly enter. Somehow that mouse would find his way. Now my flat happens to be a three story walk up and it's no easy task for me getting up those stairs, I just can't figure how a short stubby grubby little grifter like Manny might manage it or even bother. There's plenty more morsels to be found down at street level, especially with Sister Dawn's Soul Food next door. Yet Manny seems to always have a hankering for whatever I might be stirring up on my stove top. Can't say I blame him after the two times I've eaten Sister Dawn's greased grime. I guess I really only have myself to blame for the second plunge into that gastronomical wreckage. So, how could I blame poor Manny for wishing to elevate his senses for more refined dining? Not that I see my own sorcery in the kitchen much finer than Sister Dawn's, it's just it is. In any case, I'm pretty sure Manny might have been pushed out of an all too overcrowded family affair next-door anyhow. I certainly wouldn't want him bringing in any others. His gal Ethel Vermen and his cousin Ratzo are no more welcome than Manny Mouse himself. So I remind him daily, this not being a magical kingdom and all business. Got some glue traps and upped the ante with peanut butter for bait. Does he bite? Well, you know Manny, too clever to be caught he is. Until, that infamous night of revelry, when no creature is silent, and the music is maddening, and the drunks are drunker, all awaiting that New Year's babe to be born. And after months of chasing, after months plotting and planning, keeping the cupboards under lock and key, after midnight raucousness chasing a furry grey bitty beast from under the fridge to under the stove then under the sink, turning over tables and chairs, stomping like a madman, finally Manny and I come face to face. There he is run into that glue trap he managed to avoid forever seemingly snickering as he always got away, but now I had him. His head cinches between the double-ended prongs of my Ginsu serrated twelve inch knife. Finally Manny will pay for all his pilfering. There he is looking so woeful as his beady reflective eyes sear a plea of mercy into mine. I draw back the curved ergonomically designed handle of my Ginsu blade and with a fast flit of one prong slit cunningly into his ribcage. The squeak is short. I see his chest swell, a tiny heart pumps its last two beats. It is over. It is a new year for man.

Tony was the alpo manny was the lil rich two dream chasers started off from ****, manny got the links up tony did the hit ups before they knew it they were getting bread faster than a baker.
Tony was a man to his word if he said he gunna get ya then you better hide like a worm manny had a heart that wasnt so cold but he always had tony back because he was in for the gold.
Tony got the power he always wanted and manny got the money so he was always flaunting.
Tony loved his family but they werent his biggest fans mamma always chased em, sister loved em papa was never around tony shared his dreams with em but they werent interested manny on the other hand like the little sister they kept this a secret cause tony was trigger happy.
Tony made some bad deal left a ***** brain on the dash board his dealer wasnt happy so he sent down a hit on the lil alpo.
tony phone ring momma on the line have you seen your sister she ran off for the first time, tony send out a search reached his old mansion saw his sister with manny and couldnt believe his eyes he draw his gun and let it fly manny hit the ground tony started to cry.
the hit came fast within mins the house was surrounded tony grab his gun with the grenade launcher war was starting in the fight he felt like a god but little did he know he was being creeped up on one shot in his back let him fly he was literally in his own pool of blood his life wasnt long but he did what he wanted the life of tony was ignorant yet strong.