Dr. Collins steels his nerves and enters the operation room.
In the center of the room is his subject, the now-famous Cypress Swamp Fairy, sitting in a dusty pickle jar on the operating table. Tightly wrapped around her waist is a silver wedding ring which supposedly prevents her from using her magic. The fairy shifts the ring around, uncomfortable with the way it squeezes her diaphragm.
"Greetings," the doctor starts, approaching the table. "I'm Doctor Benjamin Collins, cryptoanatomist. You can just call me Ben."
The fairy gives the human a twisted grimace and puts her hands on her hips.
"So you're the one who's gonna kill me, then?"
"Whoa now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," Ben replies as he looks down at the table prepared for the procedure. He sees a stainless steel dissection tray clearly manufactured specifically for this task, with tiny silver shackles on each corner to cuff her limbs when the time comes. In addition he sees a pair of gloves, a magnifying glass, a caliper, a ruler, dissection pins, a collection bin, a myriad of surgical tools and a speech-to-text auto-transcriber with a small digital display on he side showing their entire brief conversation up to this point.
"So tell me about yourself," he says as he slips his hands into the latex gloves. "For starters, what's your name?"
"Why the hell would I tell you anything?" she replies.
"Because otherwise your death would be entirely pointless. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
The fairy groans loudly. She clearly didn't want to cooperate.
"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" Ben asked the irritated little creature.