... the person below you. Which is me. Seriously, didn't you read the post above yours?
As for your stinky shoe coated in mouse manure (Sylkat's finest achievement, no doubt
), I ended up throwing it into the neighbour's yard. It lands on their dog, who now smells like a stinky mouse. Their cat goes crazy, and starts chasing the mouse-smelling dog around the yard. Or at least it tries to. But the dog is no more a mouse than the cat is a match for any dog in a fight to the death. And unfortunately for the cat, the dog does indeed rend that poor little feline to death.
Cat blood and entrails are strewn all over the neighbour's yard, and the cat's severed head lands on the lap of the person below me.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)