The mouse’s awareness flicked on, moments after this strange body’s eyes opened to a strange world built from strange history.

They felt the energy of aerobic fitness, the lack of aches and pains. They probed at teeth with the tip of their tongue and had four fewer fillings. Their stomach sank: every life where they exercised and kept after their health they were either a complete asshole or super laid-back and nice.

The badger in front of them, pounding the table and shouting, made them think this life had not been super laid-back.

“—eliminated, cauterized, and utterly destroyed.” the stocky mustelid sputtered out.

Mind not fully engaged the mouse muttered, “Hell, who died and made you Fuhrer?”

They knew it was the wrong thing to say as they were saying it, before everyone at the table began staring.

“The old Fuhrer did?” said the badger, uncertainly, “Yesterday?”

The mouse’s belly developed a seeming intention to dig through their pelvic floor when the badger added, “You should know, you shot him.”

The mouse decided to continue on the assumption they were taking down a fascist regime from within.

If that hadn’t been their goal before, some people were going to be surprised.