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"Didn't I warn you there'd be consequences if I caught you chasing tail again, dear husband?" Samantha said, lifting the cage to her eyes. The mouse within squeaked its desperate apologies. "Now you see what happens when you cheat on a geneticist."
In a corner of the laboratory, a 12-foot python - one of her test experiments into cellular regeneration- uncoiled in its glass cage, its fanged mouth opening in anticipation of dinner. Robbed of its ability to speak, the mouse simply sank to its knees and clasped its hands together, begging.
"Even I'm not that cruel, dear," Samantha said. "But right now I consider you little more than an animal." None-too-gently, she flipped the cage, and the mouse tumbled out onto a carpet of sawdust on the base of a larger mouse enclosure. Steel bars towered around him. His wife, as vast as a skyscraper, peered down.
A mound of sawdust stirred. Another mouse awoke from its slumber. Its twitching nose scented the air, excited at the arrival of the new female in its cage.
"By the standards of mice, Bubbles is a pedigree stud. The brute has sired generations of my specimens. Welcome to his harem," his wife's mocking voice boomed, as the male rose from its bed, shaking sawdust from its muscular flanks.
The female mouse scurried for one of the plastic tubes that made up the warren, the male is pursuit. She could run but, stinking of mouse mating pheromones, she would struggle to hide from Bubble's nose.
"If you can control your urges for once, I might think of you as my husband again. But if I return to find a pregnant mouse, well... then you become just another laboratory mouse."