You step into the next car of the Infinity Train, and immediately, your eyes are met with a blindingly white, empty room.

In the centre of the room sits a lone toad—plump and greenish brown, wearing an expression of sheer exhaustion. Next to him, a tiny, weathered sign reads: "<- Kick the Toad."

The toad—Terrance, apparently—slowly lifts his head and locks eyes with you. Then, in a deep, buttery Elvis Presley drawl, he croaks.

"Ohhh no, not again, baby. Listen, listen, I know what that sign says, but you don’t gotta do this. Have mercy on ol’ Terrance!" Ain’t there another way? Maybe a handshake? A nice little song? Shoot, I’ll even do a lil’ dance for ya!"