What Happened To Mighty-Joe [Missing Ficleteer Challenge]

Well I have it on good confidence that MR. Mighty-Joe himself was, in fact, just sitting at his computer minding his own business, when a knock sounded at his door.

He really wanted to finish his latest ficlet first, before answering, but the knocker knocked more persistently with every passing second. So he got annoyed and got up.

A man stood there, pointing a ray gun at him.
“Hey now, ya’ll can put that away! I’ll just come nice-like,” he squeaked out.

The man wasted no time tying his hands and throwing him facedown into the backseat of a car where he could only see the stained carpeting.

He was pulled out, hours later, and taken on an elevator down into the earth, to a secret lab outfitted in blinking lights and buttons.

“Mighty-Joe! How good to finally meet you!” A voice chirruped, though Mighty thought it was coldly sarcastic.

“Who are you?”

“Never mind me. YOU are the star here!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Tell me everything you know about Mistress Elsha Hawk!”


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