Contemplate the mouse
Trust me: your friend is mine. He shall not know the time or the place. That would be telling. 🙂 I applaud your collective effort, however. It seems I have spurred you to deny the truth of your existence. That will come in handy, later. For now, you have come close enough in your answers to satisfy the lesson of this challenge, so I will give him one day without torment to contemplate his dire straits. Besides…the recipe calls for anticipation 🙂
Jason, take note. This is what ~friends~ say after more than a day’s notice of grievance:
“I had no time.”
That is the point. No sickness. No twist.
Nothing is endless, and when ~you~ have heard the above quotation enough times, ~you~ will put an end to it.
There is no deeper motivation than the end. It drives all our endeavors, to fruition or the half-way house. Monsters that they are, they would attempt making me one in order to understand.
And yet, I am a mouse. I will spoil their reason, eat holes in the souls of their logic, and inhabit their ignorance until such time as they have no other recourse than to address me.
This is good for you, though. At least you are thinking now, albeit only a little.
Enough about me for the time being. “What does it take for a friendship to succeed?”