Joker held out his hands, stretching out the palms so the holes were clearly visable. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" He chuckled gently.
Kermit trembled at the sight of his lover, who had been crucified in front of him only three days prior. "Y-you're dead... I saw you..." his voice quivered with emotion. The honey of his devotion had already crystallized painfully into grief, choking him with a sweetness he could no longer stand the taste of. He could not bear to feel hopeful. He had already mourned. It was too much. He collapsed to the ground.
"Kermit... it's really me," Joker chuckled reassuringly. "Here... if you still don't believe....... put your fingers here, into my hole..............."
Kermit gasped. "You're... h-h-hole?!" He gasped.
Joker chuckled with arousal. "No, not that kind of hole. Not yet at least, my dear. I meant my Jesus Holes," again, he displayed his hands, and his feet this time too, which sure enough, had big Jesus Holes in them from where the nails had been driven through his flesh, holding him up on the cross.
Kermit placed his hands into the Joker's wounds... it was a impossible. It was a miracle. How he had survived the cross? Kermit looked up at Joker with shining eyes, hands still in his Jesus Holes. His own Muppet Hole was fluttering with rapture. "My Lord..." he breathed.
Joker chuckled radiantly. "Yes, Kermit. But not to you. I am not your Lord." He chuckle"I am your Clown Husband."
They embraced, Kermit sobbing and kissing him all over. It was crazy. Even Joker Christ was getting a little teary eyed.
