However, it started to be dissatisfied with dividing tasks. The capitalist spirit in it has further awakened.
"Why should I pay myself for enslaving myself?"
Why can't we recreate other degenerated mouse incarnations, erase their memory, and endlessly repeat work to completely save on potato chips?
Mousie, the more it thought, the more it felt this method was feasible. It even started to put it into action, but the result...
All failed.
It was unexpected that the first generation of mouse incarnations not only were as lazy as Mousie but also inherited its life-cherishing and danger-sensing abilities.
When Mousie sneaked on one of the first-generation mouse incarnations, the moment it made its move, it was surrounded by them.
"I can argue with excuses..." Mousie just opened its mouth when it saw the smug smile at the corners of the mouths of the other mouse incarnations. It immediately understood what was going on.
"You set me up!"
