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Date Posted: 16:40:13 02/21/02 Thu
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: Load up the electrodes, Stardoe!
In reply to: Rabid, in custody 's message, ""What do you mean do I have a PASSPORT?" Rabid squeaks.." on 01:44:58 02/20/02 Wed

"What do you mean?!" Rabid bleats. "I thought that was a polygraph!"

"Hmmph. Just goes to show how little you know," Stardoe smirks as she applies more electrodes to Rabid's now heavily perspiring body. She shakes out little dots of superglue to hold the electrodes to Rabid's sweaty brow, causing hair to clump in a most unbecoming way.

JD watches mesmerized as Stardoe rolls up the tube of superglue and a large, sticky glob rolls down the back of Rabid's shirt.

"Ack! What was that?" Rabid attempts to rise out of the chair and belatedly realizes she's been cuffed to the arms.

"Well...ahem...on with our questioning!" JD riffles a couple of pages and tries to find his spot. "What's the square root of 4,358,267,111?"

"What does that have to do with the puffin massacre?" Rabid exclaims in exasperation.

"Who said anything about a puffin massacre?" JD smartly retorts. "Take a note, Stardoe: Suspect has bodies buried under the ice in Antartica."

"I didn't say that!" Rabid shrieks.

"Who died and made me your secretary?" Stardoe glares at JD who glares back. "I'm here to make sure this" here she turns up a dial on the machine next to Rabid, "is done correctly." Rabid screams and arcs her back as 10,000 volts of current race through her body.

"See what you made me do?" Stardoe gives one last evil eye to JD and then turns off the machine. Rabid slumps in her chair.

"Oh fine then, Miss Smarty Pants" JD slams down his notebook. "No one will take notes and then this mass puffin murderer will get off on a technicality."

"Fine. You do this," Stardoe spins the dial again and Rabid's body vibrates against the back of her chair, "and I'll ask the questions."

"Fine." JD turns the dial off. Rabid falls forward so that her face thwacks against the table.

Stardoe pulls Rabid up by her hair. "Where were you the night of March 10, 1960?" Rabid's eyes jitter back and forth and a string of drool hangs from her mouth. "Aha!" Stardoe yells triumphantly. "Just as I thought."

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