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Tommy just rolled his eyes and leaned back as best as he could. The frog was still panicky...he doubted if anything he said could make him listen to reason. He shook his head and glanced from Victor, who was making the troublesome trek to open up a can of diet coke, to Newton, who looked to be about ready to bolt. "Well...I can't make you listen to reason, Newt...but at least wash off those marks on your stomach. Get some rubbing alcohol and a clean cloth'r something. It should come right off."

"And why don't you enlighten us...since we 'don't know what we're talking about...' 'n 'we have no idea." Tommy seemed to be getting a bit annoyed. He didn't need to be talked to like that. He was just trying to help the frog!

Newt continued to gape, mouth opening and closing. What, just spill it all out here, "Oh, well, the labs have always had it in for me since I used to work there! Oh yeah, Doctor Duvert actually TASTED me once after giving a stern warning that if I step out of bounds again he'd EAT both my legs!" Instead, he gave a loud indignant croak, half hopping, half stumbling from behind the bar to peer back and forth in a frantic attempt to see if he had been followed. When he did speak aloud, his voice was low and trembling, "Y-y-y-you d-don't know.... y-you ob-ob-ob-obviously d-don't know wh-what they're cap-cap-capable of!"

Victor looked from Tommy to Newt, nodding his head to the Bat-man's words as he finished his drink and pushed the empty glass aside, pointing his heavy clawed foreleg at Newt and narrowing his eyes.

"Newt, look at me, you don't think I don't know what the labsss can do? I have armsss growing out my chessst, Exstra legsss, and I have two mouthsss. You know the worssst part of it? They did thisss to me on Accident, I can only imagine what they could do if they actually tried to duplicate ssssome of the resssultsss Deliberately on sssomeone Elssse" Victor's snout-mouth twitched, opening and closing as he spoke, mimicing his words, it was difficult to keep it closed when he started to get upset, or had a good amount of rum in his stomach.

"Everyday I have to deal with thingsss you take for granted, like being able to reach thingssss on a high ssshelf, being able to easssily carry ssstuff, opening a door without trouble, Or how about jussst being able to walk upright?" Victor watched Newt, his tail flicking behind him as he let that sink into the Frog's head.

"Tommy issss Right Newt, We know very well what they're capable of, but we don't let the fear of that Control Ussss, and you ssshouldn't let it control you"

Tommy had had about enough of this. He liked Newt, he really did...but the frog was too far gone. So self-absorbed by his fears that he's uncomfortable with those that would try and help him take them away. Tommy just shook his head, no knowing exactly what to say to this. I could tell Newton that since the moment he raced in here, all we've tried to do is calm him down and asked him what was wrong and who was chasing him...but would he listen in his current state? Probably not. If he wants to hate him, his loss...I wash my hands of this s**t.

"Newton...I doubt anything I could say would make you think differently and show you just how wrong you are...there's a lot of people here who do care about you...I just hope you realize that in time."

Dejected now, he turned toward Victor and just sighed.

The frog quieted, although his adrenalin was still racing, his nerves shattered by the whole affair and as the reprimanding came, he slouched lower on his stool, covering his eyes and snout with his spindly webbed hands. "I... I... I ca-ca-can't.... It's... M-my... my... my b-brain's j-just... it's all j-just... " He shook his head miserably, "Th-they're g-go-go-going to c-cut me open... c-cut me open and... and..." He shuddered, a miserable croak bubbling up from his throat, "Oh... oh, D-dee...!"

"Newt, they aren't going to anything like that, we're all too vaulable to them, they might threaten too, but..." Victor's little talk was cut short when he heard Dee's name mentioned. Dee! he had just met her not that long ago, and had wanted to see her again soon, had something happened?

"What about Dee? tell me Newt, what happened?" Victor pulled himself up farther on the bar, looking down at Newt, then at Tommy. "Did ssssomething happen to Dee?"

Tommy listened intently to Newton for the duration of his explanation. It took him a moment to realize just what he was talking about...but then it hit him. She was due for a change...took a while...oh God...

The bat-man's eyes went wide and he nervously ran his forearm over his head and ears a few times before looking back to Newt. "H...how bad is it?" he asked timidly.

Newt gave a ribbiting sob, shaking his head, "Sh-sh-she... she was... was... was... d-drenched with... w-with s-sweat and... and l-looked... l-looked so sick... so sick and... and... her.. her eyes and... it.. it w-wa-wa-was the t-t-teeth that... that.. it w-was an impulse to f-flee! It... I sh-should go back... I sh-should... I m-mean.... wh-what sor-sor-sort of... of... I... if... if anything hap-hap-happened to her I d-don't... d-don-don-don't know wh-what... I'd... I'd.. krrIIIT!!" twin sacks of air suddenly inflated on either side of his throat as tears dribbled down his green slimy cheeks.