Mouse! In my house!

So I'm sitting at my laptop, tapping away productively (a rare occurence indeed) when bold as a pirate I see across the room a motherfucking mouse. Itty bitty motherfucker, just scurrying along like his ass was going for a nice Sunday stroll on the manor he just bought. Maybe it was a she and she was going to pick up some groceries, from the kitchen that I stock. Well, doesn't matter what the fuck gender or race that little bastard is. It's gonna die. Break out the mouse traps, the tazers, the motherfucking biological weapons. That bitch is going down. I do not pay exorbitant Manhattan rent to share my apartment with any other biological creatures. Where is my fucking six shooter?