a terrified Vietcong soldier walking through a dark tunnel with only some candles as light, hearing the echoed sounds of Mr. Rogers' voice...
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood...a beautiful day for a neighbor..."
The knife is wrenched quickly through the Vietcong's back, puncturing through his stomach as Mr. Rogers cups his hand over his mouth to quiet the noise, expertly snapping his neck in the process.
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