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Let’s cut the shit. You know why you’re here.
You’re here to acquire frogs.
Correct. Here is a photograph of a frog for note.
Hey, that’s a pretty good portrayal of a frog. Nice work.
Okay. Go acquire frogs.
This is the place where you live. There are no frogs here. Why the fuck did you come here? This was a waste of time.
You are at the swamp.
Excellent. You have acquired a frog. Nice work.
Oh no. You’re right. This is not a frog. It is an alligator. Good catch.
“We can help you acquire frogs! ” screams a nearby moras child. There are a bunch of them that live here in the swamp, and they excel at swamp-related acts.
“Sounds good, simply pay me $300,000. ”
“Here you go.”
“And here’s some more.”
“And some other ones…”
“I am simply getting started.”
“Freeze! ” wails a police officer who emerges from the clean. “Are you paying this child to acquire frogs for you? ”
“I knew it! I fucking knew you were doing that! Called it! Fucking called it! Damn, I rule. I fucking rule. I saw you, and I knew exactly what you were doing. Nice! I am so good at my job! Wooo !!!! Hell yeah !!! Fuck yeah !!! All right. Now I gotta take you to prison.”
Ah, guy. You went to prison for using child labour to acquire frogs. What a chagrin. Oh well.
“Bye, ” he mumbles and then scampers off into the brush.
Nice work. You use child labour to acquire a whole bunch of frogs. You’re a goddamn mythology!
“It sure as hell is, ” articulates a nearby police officer. “And child labor is illegal as blaze. Even for swamp children. So if I were you, I would be very careful about your next move…”
Oh no. You got shot by the police for trying to get child labour to acquire you some frogs. You’re dead now.
“Good call, sidekick, ” reads the police officer. “I would’ve shot your brain clean off if you had paid that marsh child to acquire frogs. We take child labour real seriously here.”
“Suit yourself, ” pronounces the flood child that lives in the inundate. “By the behavior, I live in the marsh. Just thought you should know.”
You have arrived at Old As Fuck Retirement Community and Assisted Living Center. The people here are old as fuck and nice as shit.
“Welcome! ” says an extremely old person sitting out front. “We are old as blaze. Would you like to play a game with us? ”
It’s super ambiguous what the fuck competition this is or how it’s played, but these old-time people are nice as inferno so you play like 15 rounds of it.
“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but overhear your discussion, ” pronounces another super-old-looking person sitting next to the first age-old guy. “Did you say you are here to acquire frogs? ”
“Judging by the large tattoo on your chest, it looks like you are here to acquire frogs.”
“Well, that was wonderful. I sure hope members can do acquire some frogs.”
“I might know something about where to acquire frogs. But first you have to do me a favor.”
“Okay. Never mind then.”
“Go to the library and check out a work called A Tale Of Two Municipalities . It is my favorite journal, but I have not read it in years because my eyes are old as inferno and bad at ascertaining shit. Fetch that journal here and read it to me, and I will tell you a hint about where you might be able to acquire frogs.”
This is the library. No frogs in sight.
You are now online. What do you want to sought for?