"Okay, so what you're telling me, is that there's a big monster out there, and that the only way to stop it is with that thing?"

"Yes," she said.

"That thing there?" he pointed.

"Yes."

"The thing on the... the thing on the thing?"

"Yes," she said calmly.  "The word you're searching for is "table".  The thing on the table."

"Right, table."  

He looked at the thing.  He looked at her.  He looked at the thing.  He looked at her.

"Question.  What do you see when you look at the thing?"

"I see a mouse."

"Okay, so we're on the same level.  We both see a mouse."  He looked at her.  He thought: Okay so she's cute, but she's crazy.  Yes, she's most defiantly crazy.

"You see a mouse when you look at the thing?  For sure?  We both see a mouse?  On the thing?  A mouse on the thing, and this mouse is the thing that can get rid of that big monster out there?"

"Yes, the mouse on the table."

She was very calm.  How was she this calm?

The monster roared.

He jumped.  "Right, table, the mouse is on the table.  Table.  Have to remember that, might be important."  He paused.  "It's a mouse."

She sighed.  "Yes, the thing is in fact a mouse.  That mouse," she pointed at the mouse, "can get rid of that monster," she indicated the monster outside.

"Right, so, to recap.  There's a giant monster outside, and I'm trapped in a bath house with a crazy girl who tells me that a mouse on a thing-"

"Table."

"That a mouse on a table will get rid of that big monster."

"Is that so hard to believe?"

He made one of those faces where your mouth forms an O out of surprise.

"As a matter of fact, it kind of is.  It's a mouse."

"Yes, and it can get rid of that monster."

"Hold on a second, I need to check something."  He went to the door and opened it.  

There was a monster outside.  It was a big mass of fur, fangs, claws, spittle, roaring and the occasional bit of gleaming bloodthirsty eyeball.  

Not the kind of monster you defeat with a mouse.  He didn't know if you could defeat any kind of monster with a mouse, much less this one.  He reasoned this was the kind of monster you defeated with a landslide, a tidal wave, a volcano maybe, or, quite possibly, by running away.

He looked at her.  He looked at the monster.  He looked at her.  He looked at the monster.  The monster paused.  He screamed.  The door slammed.  The mouse squeaked.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

"The mouse squeaking?"

"Yes."

"No, as a matter of fact, I didn't."

"Well so did-" he stopped.  "What?"

"Of course I heard the mouse squeak," she smiled.

He thought: Crazy and weird.  

There was a roar from outside, presumably from the monster.

"Did you hear that?" she asked.

"Yes.  Wait.  I was gonna ask you that!"

"I know, I felt I should beat you to it.  You planned on making some sort of point.  What was it?"

He pointed at the mouse.  "Mouse."

She nodded.

He indicated the monster outside.  "Monster."

She nodded.

"Notice anything there?"

"There's a monster outside and a mouse on a table inside.  Said mouse being the way to defeat said monster.  I don't see the problem here."

He sighed and sat down by the side of the bath.

She walked over to the mouse and picked it up.  She pet it as she walked towards the door and opened it.

"What are you doing?  The monster's out there!"

"What, you don't trust me?"

He thought the mouse gave him a condescending type of look.

"No, as a matter of fact I don't.  It's a mouse!

"Come here and stand by me."

He got up, slowly, and walked over to her side.  The monster was standing there watching them.  This bothered him.  Greatly.

"Watch," she smiled.

She bent down and set the mouse on the ground.  It moved towards the monster, only a few steps.

What followed can only be described as strange, or maybe weird, or quite possibly hallucinatory, at any rate, it's best explained as follows:

The mouse walked forward a few steps and stopped.  The monster, looking worried, stopped its frightening little jig of doom and looked at the mouse.  The mouse stood on its hind legs.  The monster backed up a step.  The mouse twitched its whiskers.  The monster crouched, it's worried look changing to one of fear.  The mouse squeaked.  The monster turned around and ran off.  

She turned and smiled.

His face resumed the O kind of surprised look.  He looked at her.  He looked at the monster.  He looked at the mouse.  He looked at her.

He smiled.

"So," she said, brushing her hands off on her skirt.  "What do you have to say about that?"

He put his arm around her shoulder.  "You're kinda cute."