This reminds me of a beast fable a guy who sells D batteries on the subway told me once:

“Two mice who were wrongfully imprisoned in space jail spark a rebellion against their cat overlords when they hijack a robot-cat and use it to have very rough sex with the President of Cats, like in that movie Secretary? The rough sex part, I mean. In the movie Secretary there was no character who was President of Cats—excuse me—PURRsident of Cats.”

“You want some Duracells?”

The moral: don’t tell a guy holding a ziplock bag full of D batteries that the story he wrote about anthropomorphic mice who fuck to win is too hard Sci-Fi to get published.