“Well, we’ve got our orders. Looks like it’s seven-thirty,” Gerard called out.

Rod nods. “Let’s go. I have to get home early tonight.”

They walk down the hallway, one clutching a Taser, one carrying several small vials of liquid. The liquid is brownish-green and bubbly, straight out of a mad-scientist’s laboratory.

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Mr. Kenny, are you in there? We’re coming in!” Gerard calls, pressing the button that sends the door sliding into the wall. “Are you ready for your correction?”

Mr. Kenny looks frightened. He hasn’t been here long, he’s not used to anything yet. This is his first correction. He screams.

“Hold him down, Rod!” Gerard screams as Rod tackles him. Mr. Kenny’s head writhes about until Gerard slams his forehead on the floor.

Gerard pours the substance, the correction, down Mr. Kenny’s throat. He chokes a bit, then swallows.

“Whew. One down,” Rod remarks as he walks out, closing the door behind him.

“And seventy to go,” Gerard sighs. “Next… a Mr. Rogers.”