Investigating the church in search of the President's daughter, you hear chittering and squeaking, and a lot of it. Did the church have a rat infestation? It was a theory, but after a while, you stumbled into a rather large and curvy mouse, and one that had clothes, strangely enough. The clothes matched the description given by the president, as you saw the female mouse twitching it's butt with curiousity

"S-Squeak? P-Please love me..."