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"This is going to be fun."
Kermit glared at his captor and didn't reply.
"Oh, I don't think you're going to like this," Kermit's captor stated, tapping the syringe he held to remove any air bubbles. "But, I just know I'll enjoy watching you die. I'm even taping the event for instant replay."
"You always were a sick puppy, Kirschner," Kermit ground out.
"Why, thank you Kermit. I'll take that as the compliment I'm sure you meant it to be. Now, be a good boy while I give you your medicine."
Kermit knew it was useless to try evading the needle. He just hoped this was one of Kirschner's sick jokes. But, somehow, he knew it wasn't.
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Yes, I know it's a cliffhanger, but my mind just stopped... It's another one of those bits that I was going to turn into a story, but it never happened... <sigh>