The House of Mouse

[Mork danced his way through the hall, humming a tune to himself, before gliding himself over to the old fashion phone. Picking it up, spinning the dial telepathically in the air with his finger. Waiting for the answer, before he started to speak to his mun.]

Mun! That's what I'm suppose to call ya right?

[Gives a chuckle.]

Yea, yea. So what's to do around Mouse of House-Oh wait, House of Mouse, pardon idiot moi.

[Listens more.]

Ahuh, ahuh... Mingle? But it's not Christmas. ... Oh mingle as in ahhh, talk with others, okay-but... Well, wait if they don't like me, I mean sometimes it's-? ...Alright, I'll see what I can do. Till next time, nanu nanu.

[Hangs up as he strolled back into the dining area, putting his hands in his pockets looking around with a smile.]

Now let's see, I could sit at a table or... I'd head to the bar but the last time I had a ginger ale I got really ork-faced...