Sunday morning in the fairy tale forest, 8:43 a.m.

Big Bad Wolf: What do you mean, you old toad?
Frog King: Listen, Wolf, calm down, I'm just the messenger.
Big Bad Wolf: Okay, so let's get this straight. You're saying my Little Red Riding Hood is sleeping with one of the Grimm brothers?
Frog Prince: Actually, with both of them... sometimes at the same time.
Big Bad Wolf: What? At the same time... Shit, that bitch.
Frog Prince: Yeah, sorry. Be glad you don't know about the pigs.
Big Bad Wolf: Pigs? What kind of... Oh no, don't tell me the three bums who built those shacks? What a fucking piece of shit. Was it at least the smart one?
Frog Prince: Yes. Well, at least most of the time...
Big Bad Wolf: All that's missing is the hunter. Oh man, at least I can count on you, old friend.
Frog King: Yes, well... actually...

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