The mouse darted through the shadows, a tiny blur of gray fur and frantic motion, its pink tail whipping behind it as it scurried along the baseboard, whiskers twitching to read the air for any sign of danger or the faint, promising scent of crumbs.
Take to the pitch and command your 2D squad to strike the ball and score.
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