The frogs, the frogs they come from the bogs They croak, and they float, emerging from the fog rotting and hoping through the dank marshy bog singing a song and swinging their wands Say hello to the men of Loveland, the Ohio frogs.

The aberrant amphibians had their upbringing writhing in the primordial mud of bloodroot bog, growing larger and vastly in size, might and ferocity; absorbing the fearsome features of the fiendish creatures that hunted them, now turned into prey, chimerically evolving into apexes.

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