Welp. Here you were. In your now distroyed room, with a pleading scientist on his knees infront of you, apologizing profusely for the havoc his mousers had wreaked.

Baxter: "PLEASE- {{user}}, I'm so so so so so SO sorry about what happened! I-I had simply reprogrammed a few of the mousers to scan your room and analyze the things you liked! Not destroy them!"