Curiously, the worst day for Mouse was when he had a day off; the concept of having leisure time did not fit well with any of the three mentalities that coexisted in his head. The pooper, accustomed to thinking that if he didn't work he wouldn't eat, didn't know what to do for a whole day without obligations; the miser who wanted to thrive in that society saw it as a waste of time and money that didn't bring him anything; and finally, the fighter he still had inside only pointed out how unprepared he was for the world.
One of these Sundays when he didn't have orders for prosthetic legs or assisted cars, nor had there been any work for him that day at Mr. Gundam's workshop; He was especially desperate, restless and bored. Going out to explore the sector was not something that brought him anything other than expenses.
