'Uh, Colonel, are you sure this is a good idea?' Hawkeye asked nervously.

'Sure it is,' Potter replied confidently. He handed the gun to Frank. 'Now, point it at Klinger.' Klinger, on the far wall, felt very nervous. He wouldn't trust Frank with a handgun, let alone the shotgun he had in his hands now. 'If Frank shows Klinger compassion by not being able to shoot him, then Klinger will feel that he can't shoot Frank,' Potter explained.

Klinger wasn't so sure. The theory was good, but Frank was weird, and didn't seem to have much empathy for other people. Klinger closed his eyes tightly as the gun was raised up to point at his chest from a few meter's away. There was a huge bang, and Klinger felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. As he fell to the ground, he could hear either BJ or Hawkeye running towards him while the other wrestled to get the gun away from Frank.

'Dang it. I didn't think he would do it,' Potter said as Klinger blacked out from the loss of blood.