Dennis O’Neil: It’s Like A Kind Of Torture
The Cookie Monster finished duct taping Kermit to the chair, stepped back, removed a cattle prod from somewhere within his fur and growled, “Where cookie?” “I don’t know where your cookie is,” Kermit whined. The Monster brandished the cattle prod. “Last chance. Where cookie?” Then he jammed the cattle prod into the part of Kermit’s…
