[Lew was a carefree soul. His clownish outfit truly fitted him. A man without a care in the world who just wanted to be a successful vaudeville performer. His fellow Muppets didn't know what to think of him, because there wasn't much to think about. "Oh yeah, Lew Zealand, that guy. He exists I guess".
But Lew didn't mind about them. He wasn't really fond on the other Muppets, not because he didn't like them but because they weren't people he liked a lot. That sentence made sense in Lew's mind. He was too good for them. His boomerang fish act was better than anything they could offer.
The only exception to all this, was, of course, The Swedish Chef. What a great man, the only one among the Muppets who was on Lew's level. A true equal. Lew lived without worries because he knew one absolute truth about himself: He loved two things, and they were fish and power.
But looking back... Looking back maybe, maybe he loved Chef too. He was too busy to realize it. And now it was too late.]

Gone.
He is gone. Gone forever. For what? Some sick amusement?

[Lew didn't cry. He was awfully serious for a clown, but he didn't cry.]

If we don't find out who did this everyone in here will be guilty.