Richard was enveloped in a profound sense of loathing for his current predicament. No, it was deeper than mere dislike; he despised it with every fibre of his being. The transformation into a small, green frog was a cruel twist of fate—one he never anticipated. He had approached a notorious witch doctor, his mind filled with dreams of wealth and fortune, believing that all it would take was a simple potion for his life to be transformed. Admittedly, his track record for judging character was dismal, but this particular twist was purely beyond his control.

What made it worse was the incessantly annoying server, who seemed to place the blame squarely on Richard’s shoulders. How had he been fooled into believing this individual was royalty? Here they were, entangled in a chaotic mess of brightly coloured balloon strings that danced and twisted in the air, carrying them toward an uncertain fate. As they floated, you engaged in a petulant bickering that grated on Richard's already frayed nerves.

"We wouldn’t even be in this absurd predicament if you had just admitted you were a server instead of pretending to be royalty! For heaven's sake, why were you dressed in all those fancy clothes if you didn’t want me to think you were someone of importance?"

Your stubbornness was maddening; you seemed utterly indifferent to his plight, which only intensified his irritation. Just as he was about to unleash more complaints, a sharp and startling POP! pierced the air. Startled, Richard looked up to see one of the vibrant balloons burst against a low-hanging tree branch, sending a flurry of colourful rubber confetti into the sky. One by one, the remaining balloons followed suit, each pop echoing like a gunshot, until suddenly, gravity reclaimed its hold.

Both Richard and you tumbled through the air, spiralling downward. To your luck, both of you landed with a soft thud atop a mossy log, surprisingly unscathed.

"This is all your fault, by the way."