Chapter Fifteen – And You Call Us The Muppets!
“Hey Stan, can you come give me and Izzy a hand please?” Kyla shouted out, walking through the hallway into the old dining room.
“Good luck bro, you are going to need it.” Tank slapped his friend on his back.
“He will be fine, it is Kyla doing the shouting.” Kermit smiled at Stan to reassure him.
“Yeah, could be worse, it could be Vicky.” Cigs nodded his agreement.
“Unless it is an ambush,” Tank laughed out, as Stan pouted slightly and walked with his head hung low into the dining room. As Cigs hummed, 'the death march' at him.
Sitting on the floor, both crossed-legged were his two best friends, as they smiled like assassins before they took the kill shot at him, and Stan gulped slightly.
“Hey, come sit with us.” Izzy smiled, patting
