Master Thaur: Life, man. Think of the hungry little baby snakes in their hole, they need their dinner too. And what about the poor flies and critters froggy was feasting on? Just life. Stop romanticising nature.

The Gnostic Wanderer: Snake is doing its thing. Frog is doing its thing. Are you doing your thing?

Tonó: What is ‘my thing’?

Uncle Adelbart: Dying is no fun. Being eaten hurts. Yet we aren’t crying as our souls are being devoured every day. Why is that not being protested by masses every day? How can we make new faustian bargains every day? Who can resist the temptation? What will make us notice? Where will this end?

Master Thaur: The urban legend of a frog being boiled is strangely doubly relevant here, haha.

Little Goddess: Enough of you now.

All: – silence –

Little Goddess: Rest in peace, little froggy.