...with his camera.
As if she could read his mind (she probably could), Sam growled, "If you dare hit me with that camera, I will chop your dick off and feed it to Frothy. Of course," she added, not being able to resist one more jab, "she'd probably think she swallowed an ant or something…."
"THAT'S IT!" Freddie roared, throwing down his camera and marching toward Sam.
Carly quickly ran toward the cart and switched to B cam.
"OKAY, folks! That's enough for today! See you on the next iCarly… I hope," she added before shutting off the camera.
Carly flew out of the room, too upset to talk to either of her two best friends.
Sam smirked, putting on a mask of nonchalance as Freddie stalked toward her, fuming.
"Why?" His voice was surprisingly calm. "Why would you do something like this? Haven't I always at least tried to be nice to you?"
"Stuff it, Benson. I've got bigger fish to fry."
Sam strode over to the door, about to saunter out as if nothing had ever happened.
Freddie was at the door in a heartbeat. "Answer me, or no one's leaving this room."
Sam just scoffed and pushed past him to the elevator.
All of a sudden, she found herself pinned to the wall, Freddie's eyes locked on hers.
"Fine then. I guess I'll just have to punish you." He smirked softly.
"Punish me? How could a nub like you possibly – ?"
Freddie captured her lips in a passionate kiss, sq...