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Toad cave.

Blue beast skin spread out, releasing a cooling refreshment.

A large group of toads squat in rows, their frog heads bustling about, noisily croaking.

The Fat Catfish wiggles its tail, squeezing out from between the waists of two large frogs, darting to the front row.

Seeing it's a naturally disabled Footless Frog, the Frog Guerillas scratch their bellies and clutch the anchor poles, paying it no mind.

"The worms want to cut up the land to catch monkeys?"

"Does the Insect Clan still have territory to the east? Wasn't it all given to the Ironhead Fish?"

"They say a portion was left behind."

"What does the White Ape look like?"

"Stupid frog, the White Ape naturally looks like a White Ape."

"You're the stupid frog!"

The two large frogs quarrel and bicker, exchanging a few words before clutching each other's necks and rolling around on the ground.

"Your Majesty, should we go seek that White Ape?"