[At first, Mickey's a little glad to see the monsters - he's been feeling useless, and he loves a good adventure. He summons they Keyblade, and begins the fight! Look at his sword-skills! His magic is amazing - white lights, stopza! He could do this all day!
... Except he didn't think they'd take that literally. It's as if for every five monsters he defeats, ten more spring up. Logically he could back off and get some rest, but he's afraid of them attacking his friends or more buildings. So sweat drops off his fur, he breathes heavily, he's run down and ragged. Yet he still holds onto the Keyblade.]
Huuuh.... Haaah... I... don't suppose they're runnin' out of friends...