Mouseley s triumph

They told Mousley: "Hey, Mousely, get up!"
Mousley said: "I shall not"--and kept laying on the floor.
Then Callahan came up to Mousley and said: If you, Mousley, don't get up, i'll make you get up". "Nope", said Mousley, continuing to lay on the floor. Then Ms. Duckworth came up to Mousley and said: "You, Mousley, are always laying here in the corridor and obstructing our walking back and forth".
"Obstruct i have, obstruct i shall"--replied Mousley.
--You know what?!---said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him and said: "What are we waiting for, let's call the cops".
After half hour, a cop appeared, together with janitor.
--What's up here,--asked the cop.
--Just look!--said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him and said:
Here. This gentleman all the time lies here on the floor and doesn't let us walk through. We have tried by hook and by crook..
But Ms. Duckworth interrupted Callahan and said: "We asked him to leave, but he doesn't leave".
--Yes--said Hawkins
The cop approached Mousley and asked:
--Sir, why are you laying here?
--I'm resting,--said Mousley.
--This here,--said the cop--is not a place to rest, sir. Where do you, sir, live?
--Here,--said Mousley.
--Well, where's your room?--asked the cop.
--He is registered at our apartment, but he doesn't have a room--said Callahan.
--Wait a minute, i'm talking to him right now,--said the cop.--Mister, where do you sleep?
--Here,--said Mousley.
--Excuse me,--said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him and said:
--He doesn't even have a bed and just lays here on naked floor.
--They've been complaining about him for a while,--said the janitor.
--It's absolutely impossible to walk through the corridor,-said Ms. Duckworth--I can't forever step over a man. And he deliberately stretches his legs, and his hands, and will lay on his back and look at me. I come back home tired from work, i need rest.
--I second that,--said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him and said:
--He lies here even at night. Everyone stumble over him. I tore my blanket up because of him.
Ms Duckworth saud: He always has some kind of nails falling out his pocket. Impossible to walk barefoot in the corridor, gotta watch out to not get wounded.
--They recently wanted to burn him with kerosene,--said janitor.
--We poured kerosene on him,--said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him:
--We just poured him just to scare him, we weren't gonna burn him.
--I wouldn't allow a live man being burned in my presence,--said Ms. Duckworth.
Suddenly, the cop asked: "Why does this gentleman lay in the corridor?"
--Here we go..,--said Hawkins, but Callahan interrupted him and said:
--Cause he has got no other living space. i live in this room, they live in that one, he lives in this one, and Mousley lives in the corridor.
--This is no good.--said the cop.--Everyone's gotta lie in their own living space.
--But he has no other living space except in the corridor.
--Exactly,--said Hawkins.
--So he always lies here,--said Ms, Duckworth.
--This is no good,--said the cop and left together with the janitor.
Hawkins umped up to Mousley and yelled:
--So? How did you like it?
--Wait,--said Callahan, came up to Mousley and said: "Did you hear what the cop said? Get off the floor!"
--No way,--said Mousley, still laying on the floor.
--He'll now forever lie here on purpose,--said Ms Duckworth.
--Obviously,--said Callahan vexedly.
And Hawkins said:"No doubt! Parfaitement!