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After a moment of silence, a loud, dank, ghastly burp erupted from the bullfrog’s mouth. The burp released green and purple vapors that swirled and twirled in front of his face. Then, the frog spoke:

Blurpity blorpy, blinkity bly, Fiddlefart, you are one stinky guy.

“Go on…” said Fiddlefart with an impatient twirl of his finger.

The green and purple vapors began to form an image. The ogre king cocked his head to the side and squinted, but he couldn’t make it out.

The bullfrog continued:

It’s true your sick aromawould wrench any nose,but compared to Hobgoblinyou smell like a rose.

As the Burping Bullfrog croaked out these words, the burp vapors took shape. They formed into the beady eyes, long, curved nose, and dopey grin of the one and only Hobgoblin.