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“This can’t be right! He’s just a farmer in the Unincorporated Mucklands! He’s not even a Rancidian citizen! And I’m the KING OF RANCIDIA!” he screamed. “I must smell grosser than him! My self-image depends on it!”

From a platform jutting out from a hole in the wall, the Burping Bullfrog watched without expres-sion. He was old and withered, with a frail white beard and warts covering his body. “I can smell anything and everything at once,” he croaked. “My psychic belches do not lie.”

“Fine. Just belch again!” cried the ogre. With a pouty grunt, he slumped into his throne (which was really just a heaping pile of garbage). “Maybe you belched a mistake. Or…maybe it was indigestion or something!”

“As you wish.” The frog was losing interest. As