There once was a mouse who had danger in his eyes, so his pals called him DangerMouse. He was low on cash and small time petties just dont pay enough so he asked his dads (Caffeine) pal Raylin "Hey Rae could you spare me a job darlin" and Raylin agreed. DangerMouse worked hard till he was hauling 20 units of coke like it were bags of candy. He heard from his good pal Mr_cat that there was a war going on. Dangermouse thought to himself "I cant pew pew but theres other ways I can help"

A riveting tale indeed, DangerMouse. I am truly in awe of your supremely coherent narration. Please. Tell me more.

Johnny Bravo just ogles DangerMouse .

"Damn", he says while keeps on staring.

lets out a relieving sigh and says "Sorry friends this story is a short story among many to come, this thread is the backstory of the one known as DangerMouse, It depicts the protagonist in the present, as such rules apply this is a work of a mixture of fiction and non-fiction thus the one rule is the story goes on as time goes by".

Cheers DangerMouse! Long live DangerMouse!