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The operating room was hectic as always. The heart rate monitor started to beep louder and faster. Blitzo ran to the monitor.
"His BP's droppin' fast!" he called out.
The monitor suddenly let out one solid whine.
Millie ran to the operating table, "We're losing him!"
Moxxie picked up the defibrillator paddles.
"The hell, we are" he said, "Clear!"
He shocked the Goetian owl over and over, but to no avail.
"Come on! Come one, now! Live!" he growled, "Come on! Live!"
Moxxie looked sheepishly up at his date. The Goetain swan looked beautiful in the candle light.
"More broccoli?" he asked.
Stella leaned forward, "It isn't broccoli I want. It's… you!"
Moxxie was stunned. He quickly jumped up onto the table and knocked everything away. He pulled the swan to him and they began making out messily.
Fizzirolli sat nervously in the interrogation room. Suddenly, Striker slammed his fist onto the table.
"Come on, look at me," he growled, "You know what I think? I think you knew that chicken puppet was stuffed full of explosives! Didn't ya?! Didn't ya!?"
"No!" Fizzirolli cried.
Blitzo came from the other side of Striker, "Come one! Answer the question, ya skel!"
"No!" Fizzirolli cried.
"Aw, stop lying!" Striker said.
"Come on, sir! You're going to make it. Come on!" Moxxie said.
Blitzo tried again to pull himself out of the bowl.
"Urgh, no. The sauce… it's too rich… it's too thick… Save yourself!" Blitzo said as he submerged again.
"No, sir! Take my hand!" Moxxie cried tearfully.
The street was dark and foggy, but Stolas could still see his target running away. Stolas raised his gun as the wind swirled around his cape.
"Don't make me shoot you!" he cried out, "BLITZY!"
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