Kowalski: Judging from the title... I'm assuming this has something to do with germs?
Oh, you have no idea, my dear Kowalski.
Kowalski: Well in that case, I don't think I want to know.
Don't worry, it's not really that bad.


"In this vial," the dolphin whispered, toying with a tiny crystal tube with a plastic cap, "I have all that is necessary to send you on your way to hell."

"That?" the penguin suppressed another jarring insult, "I don't think that much could even make a sewer rat's tiniest finger tingle."

The dolphin chuckled. "You'd be surprised."

Placing a single flipper on the cap, he released the mystery substance inside with a single twist. The strange, clear substance hissed menacingly out of the vial, sounding just like a viper out on a hunt for fresh kill.

There was an awkward silence as neither animal spoke, both waiting for something, even the tiniest movement of a feather or a fluke, to happen. It never came.

"Well, that was anticlimatic," the penguin remarked, "So much for death in a tube."

"Only time will tell," said the dolphin, who turned and escaped into the shadows of the harbor before the penguin could even start chasing him.

"BLAST!" the penguin cursed, "He got away again!"

Once again, he had been too late to catch that slippery marine mammal. Next time, next time he would not be that careless.

If there was a next time. For him.


Readers, if that prologue was too short, I'm sorry. It was the best I could think up of.
Kowalski: I trust that you will be able to come up with better parts as this story progresses.
Here's hoping, Kowalski.
Kowalski: Please review!