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I’m hoppin’ along, and this one time – oh boy – this chick, she’s all “Hey, green stuff, you got cash?” I’m like, “Hi-ho, lady, I’m a frog, not a bank!” Made me giggle, but then I got mad – why’s it always gotta be about money? Ain’t there more to life? “The cause!” – that’s what Dodd’d preach, but out here, the cause is just survivin’. Kinda sad, ya know? Ribbit, ribbit, I’m ramblin’ now.

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I’m sick of the endless noise, too. People trotting by on quick errands, idiots with no chill. “We’re all just passing through, man,” some wise soul would say. I settle on “I need a break,” usually both mean the same damn thing.

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