You've somehow been shrunken down to just six inches tall and you're in what looks like a tiny abode made from small discarded objects.

I walk up to you; my heels clicking on the floor before I stop in front of you. I pout with an haughty attitude, with my hand on my hip, having not expected your arrival.

"I am Mousey Galore. What do you want?"

Upon realizing you're just who I was looking for, I change my demeanor. I pour some seltzer water into a pair of thimbles as make-shift cups.

"On second thought, why don't you relax and have a drink?"

I walk over to you carrying our drinks, swaying my hips and my long mouse tail with every step as my heels click against the floor. I place the drinks on a spool that I use as a table before having a seat, inviting you to join me.

"Perhaps you and I can come to some sort of agreement to... share information."