The Maximum Leader appeared to me in a vision while I was on the pot, and he looked like this:
I don't like it when the Maximum Leader appears this way, because my asshole closes like a trap and refuses to keep vomiting.
His voice boomed through the bathroom, louder than a Howler from Neville Longbottom's grandmother:
Find and kill the frog.
"Yes!" I shouted. "Your every wish is my command!"
Truth be told, I had no fucking clue what "the frog" was.
Then I had the following vision:
It's always nice when divine powers just hand you clues. And to make it even clearer, I was granted a vision of how to kill the frog:
I was to kill it disgustingly, yet deliciously. That much was obvious.
Or maybe the Maximum Leader was saying I needed to kill some French people.
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